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“Come on. I’ll show you the spare room where I set everything up.”

My heart is so full, I feel like I’m going to explode, and the waterworks begins again as soon as he opens the door to the other bedroom.

He steps inside, pointing to all the supplies he bought and set up for our new family member. “The breeder told me everything I needed to know. There’s a litter box in the corner. He said he’s already potty trained so we shouldn’t have to worry about that. I hung the swing over there. He said they like shit that moves and things they can climb on. I got him some balls too. I bought him dog food, and there’s vegetables and fruit in the kitchen. He needs more, but I figured you’d want to shop for him too.”

Walking over to the covered dog bed that looks like a little cave, I carefully place Bandit inside and watch as he curls up in a ball, asleep in seconds.

His food and water bowls are close by, a jar of peanut butter with a spoon beside it on the table next to the swing.

Spinning around, I pin Colt with my gaze, and his brows furrow. “What?”

Without saying a word, I close in on him, his eyes darkening as I get closer. I don’t stop once I reach him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him down, kissing him hard. He grunts against my lips, crushing me against his body. His hands trail down to my ass, lifting me easily. My legs lock around his waist as he presses me against the wall, deepening the kiss.

“Thank you.” I breathe.

He chases my mouth, gripping the back of my neck, crushing us together again. We’re lost in each other, nothing else existing around us until the cutest noise I’ve ever heard fills the room. I burst out laughing into Colt’s mouth and he pulls back grinning.

“What is that sound he’s making?” I ask.

“They are extremely vocal animals. They purr and scream. And they do something called chittering.”

“It sounds more like a purr. That means he’s happy here, right?”

He cups my cheek in his palm. “Yeah, baby. He’s happy here with you.”

I smile, letting my legs fall from his waist. He sets me on my feet, kissing me on the forehead. “Is he okay in here by himself? This is a big change for him and as much as I hate to leave him, he needs his rest.”

“We’ll leave the door open. When he wakes up, he’ll come find us.”

“Okay.”

Chapter Twenty-one

Colt

“Are we there yet?” Nova asks for the millionth time.

Her childlike excitement makes me chuckle. “Almost. Are you nervous?”

“It’s more adrenaline than anything. I’m going to climb out of my skin if I don’t get out of this truck.”

“A few more miles and we’ll be there.”

“Are you good?” She asks and while I’ve dreamt about this for years, it doesn’t seem real now that it’s happening.

“I’m good, baby.”

We’re silent for the next little bit until my childhood home comes into view. Pulling off the road a couple of blocks away, I kill the lights and cut the engine.

I’d always planned to kill my parents one day. The thought surfaced every now and then, but I usually pushed it to the back of my mind. While I wanted revenge, Nova and my work were always my top priorities.

Now, I don’t have a choice. She’s insisted and what my girl wants, my girl gets. She’s giddy and pumped about this little adventure, claiming it’ll be a good bonding experience for us.

She’s full of shit.

My little demon was traumatized by my childhood memories, and she wants her own retribution for my sake.

I don’t fault her. If her mother were still alive, I would’ve carved the bitch up but kept her alive. Every day I would’ve reminded her why she was being mutilated and tortured. Suffering is the only thing the cunt would’ve known until I decided to put her in the ground. Or set her on fire, depending on my mood.

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