Page 62 of Devil

“Stay here. I’ll handle this.”

“Like fuck!” She snaps, crawling off my lap.

Reaching for her, she slips from my grasp, climbing out of the truck. I jump out, chasing after her. We reach the jeep at the same time, and she goes to the passenger side, where Lacey’slegs are pinned by the dash and she’s crying out in pain. Max is unconscious, but still breathing, so I decide Nova should have her fun first.

“Does it hurt, bitch?” She grits out and I lean against the fender, watching my girl issue her judgement.

“Please, Nova. Max made me do it. It was all him.” Lacey pleads and Nova cackles at the absurdity of it all.

“You’re Morrison’s niece.” Lacey’s eyes widen and Nova laughs. “Oh! Surprised we knew that part?” She looks at her gun, then at me. “I’m out of bullets.”

Pulling the forty-five from my waistband, I hold it out to her. She bites her lip, shaking her head.

Savage.

Reaching by my side, I pull the hunting knife from its sheath, holding the handle out to her. She takes it from my fingers, lifting up on her tiptoes, kissing my cheek. My hand finds her ass, giving it a smack as she pulls away.

Dropping to her knees beside the shattered window, she leans inside, hovering above Lacey. I take a few steps behind her so I can see what she’s doing. Beginning at her navel, she traces the tip of the knife over Lacey’s flesh, digging in slightly. “Nova, you weren’t supposed to be part of this. We only want to kill Colt. You were my friend.”

Nova laughs as she reaches her cheek with the knife. “I’ve been a part of this since I met him. He was my Colt before he became the devil to all of you. I told you who he was to me, and you still chose to go after him. If we were truly friends, you would’ve accepted he’s mine, and left him the fuck alone.”

Before Lacey has a chance to respond, Nova sinks the blade into her left eye, a faint popping noise reaching my ears as she penetrates her eyeball. Twisting the knife clockwise, it makes a squelching noise, like a boot sinking into the mud. The agonizing scream that follows is a beautiful melody, what I’d imaginethe choir sounds like on an early Sunday morning to all those dedicated church folk.

Lacey’s body begins convulsing as she struggles to breathe, and we watch silently until her chest stops moving. Nova pulls the knife from her eye, but it’s attached to the tip of the blade. She whips her hand back and forth, shaking the eyeball from the metal. It finally drops, dangling at Lacey’s cheek, hanging by the optic nerve.

My eyes widen, witnessing something that can only be described as both impressive and sexy as hell. Helping her up from the ground, I tug her against me. “So vengeful. So fucking beautiful.”

She grins. “Your turn, Devil.”

We walk around the jeep, squatting down next to Max. He’s still knocked out cold, so I attempt to wake him up. Lifting the hunting knife, I position it above his knee, driving it into his thigh. His eyes pop open, the muscles in his throat stretching as he screams.

“Is it everything you imagined? Did you think killing me would be easy?” I twist the knife, and he looks like he’s about to pass out again. “You fucked up when you came after Nova.” Ripping the knife free from his leg only to slam it into the other one, he cries out and I grin.

“He’s making my head hurt worse.” Nova hisses and I grimace.

“Sorry, baby.” Slipping my hand behind his head, I snap his neck forward, bashing his face into the steering wheel. His sounds become muffled, blood gushing from his nose. “Feel good? You did that to my fucking woman, you piece of shit.” I pull the knife from his other leg, and I’m disappointed when all he does is grunt.

I glance at Nova and she’s in a daze, lost in her own little world. “Hey.”

She blinks a few times, her eyes finally focusing on me. “Sorry.”

“What is it?”

She shakes her head slightly. “I’m just enjoying his pain. Taking it all in.”

“You want more?” I ask and she nods. “Where?”

She bites her bottom lip, a mischievous grin forming. “His nipples.”

I chuckle, proud of her for embracing her dark side. Lifting his shirt, he tries to wiggle away, but being pinned keeps him from moving. Flicking my wrist, the sharp blade slices his nipple clean off, leaving a bleeding wound on his flesh. He groans, choking on his garbled sobs and I chuck the severed nub in Lacey’s direction.

She’s dead, she doesn’t care.

Nova makes a sour face, and I quirk an eyebrow. “That kind of made my ass cheeks clench together.” She takes a deep breath. “Okay, now the other one.”

Leaning further into the jeep, I sink the tip of the blade into his skin, slicing through his other nipple. He whimpers as I hold the bloody glob of skin, still attached to the knife, in front of his face.

“Let me see.” She whispers and I bring it closer for her inspection. She grimaces but continues to stare at it like she’s never seen one before. She reaches inside the jeep, gripping Max’s jaw. He opens his mouth with a whimper. “Feed it to him.”

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