Page 100 of Charity's Redemption

“I retract my statement. You’re in this strange mood for revenge.”

She tipped her head back and laughed a wholesome, straight from her belly laugh, sending my heart on a rampage.

“That’s probably wise,” she said, wiping the tears from her eyes.

Charity was a dream, an angel sent from the heavens during a fevered hallucination, when she smiled. It disarmed me like an enchanted spell from the most powerful sorceress, with no means to break it.

Watching her seem carefree and joyous sang to me like a church choir. It let me know that if she can overcome killing her brother after sacrificing her life for him, destroying her family life and the chance to create one of her own, plus nearly dying countless times, then I could overcome anything thrown at me—including my family home turning to ashes.

She eyed me as she plated the eggs, then paused. “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head, not realizing I’d been staring. “I just love watching you smile.”

“Soak it up while you can, it may not last long.” She grinned, showing her pearly white teeth.

The toaster popped freshly crisped toast, steam billowed from the opening. I dropped one on each plate and then took our food to the table.

I poured two glasses of orange juice as Charity took her seat across from me.

“This looks delicious. Thank you.”

I picked up my fork, but before I could tuck in, I bathed in her happiness as though I may never experience such a luxury again.

“Thanks.”

“Hurry and eat. I’ve got a date with a massage therapist.”

Charity fisted her fork and glared at me. “What’s her name?”

I grinned as my cock stiffened from her jealousy, then took a bite of my food.

“His name is Alphonse, and he is very straight. As am I.” I put my hand on hers, fisting the fork. “Relax, killer.”

“You’re lucky. I didn’t want to get blood on my new jeans.”

No.

No.

I swiped my hands in front of me as if he understood the protest in my head.

“I don’t like when plans change, Nico. Especially when I don’t get to make them.”

Nerves bottomed out in my stomach, and holy hellfire burned in their absence.

They’d released Senator Adams moments ago, with Nico beside him. He walked right out of the precinct. No media, no coverage. Like it was just a normal day, and he paid a visit to the local police.

“He doesn’t want to draw more attention to himself. Going to a club, much less one geared towards sex, is going to do that.”

I gritted my teeth as I gathered my hair and placed it in a net while glaring at Nico in my mirror.

“So he’s choosing to do an indoor dining experience… with just us?”

“And Zoe.”

“The sex slave that refused to turn on him, you mean…”

He hung his head and sighed. “The mind becomes a scary place. It turns on you during your weakest moments.”

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