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His dirty talk pushes me over that sweet edge. My legs shake when I come for the third time, my hands unable to support me and I face plant into the pillow.

With a groan he comes in my ass and he collapses on my back, kissing down my spine.

“I love you, angel.”

“I love you,” I whisper, pouring all my love for him into three words that can never evoke how much I actually feel for him.

Chapter 47

Kian

My eyes take my girls in, my chest spreading with endless love. Ellia is breastfeeding Kira when my phone rings. When I see the name flashing on the screen, anticipation rushes through my gut. I have waited months for this. I can taste the sweet retribution coating my mouth as I press accept and Colton, the warden says, “Whenever you want.”

“I am on my way.”

I hate to lie to my wife, and the only lies I tell will be in regard to her safety, but this, I have to do. And as it so happens, my money and connections can bring me all sorts of justice.

“Kian?”

My wife’s brows knit together. I approach her, lean in, and kiss the top of her head.

“Something came up.”

Ellia tips her chin up while I make my features into relaxed ones. She’s proficient at reading my demons, but they have been dying one after another.

She nods, accepting nothing is on my mind that disturbs me. I got myself the perfect woman. When Kira stops feeding, Ellia lifts her up so she can burp.

“I’ll be back in four and a half hours.”

Every hour is calculated, because every minute I am not with my girls, has to be good enough to keep me away from them.

In the elevator, I shoot a message to get the jet ready. After we land, I get in the tinted SUV and the driver parks at the back entrance of the prison. Colton opens the metal, bulky doors. I greet him with a nod and he lets me in.

The restless energy switches to calm, reminding me of every one of my fights, how I steeled myself before I unleashed the trapped beast inside of me. We stride to a cell with two chairs and a small table, the damp air fitting the lifeless, gray walls, the tiny cell giving a claustrophobic touch.

I turn around when the warden shoves Robert inside. His eyes widen and he scampers back.

“What?” He looks at Colton, panic etched in his frog eyes. “You can’t do that. He can’t be here,” he says, shooting his snub nose in the air.

I unbutton my jacket and take a seat and the warden shoves him into a metallic chair.

“I am innocent, they all wanted it.”

I crack my neck, my eyes never wavering from him. Silence is the most dangerous tool and I use it proficiently.

“A fourteen-year-old girl wanted you to put your filthy fingers on her body?” My voice lowers, but this fucking animal just implied a teenager would want to be violated.

He gulps, his body shaking with fear. “She was more mature than her age. I forgot. She was a brat, an ungrateful brat. What did I do? She kicked me in the balls, she’s not the victim here.”

I stand up, my hand shooting to his neck, and I slam his face on the table. Bones crunch, ringing like a perfect symphony of justice. I adjust my suit jacket and he whimpers, holding his nose. I drag his face to the side by his hair.

“You behaved like a brat, so I can touch you however I want.”

Blood pours from his mouth and nose and I curl my fingers around his neck, holding him above the floor. Robert pisses his pants, and I grunt at the stench, the pants darkening around his crotch. A man who violates a woman is a pathetic, sad, weak creature, not deserving to be called a man.

“My face is the image that will haunt you day and night. I don’t necessarily agree with just depriving you of your freedom. I’ll make sure to give you the hell you deserve, you fucking rapist.” I shove him away, and he scrambles back on his palms. A trapped animal between me and the wall. “I will make you regret every day you have spent on this earth. There is a code in the prison, and the limit is children, and you see this guy here?” I jerk my chin to Colton. “He is very happy to share that information.”

“Oops.”

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