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“I’m going to offer you something youdo notdeserve.” Nash said.

Cody looked up.

“But she deserves it.” Nash ground his teeth, narrowing his gaze. “I’ll get you in a facility.”

He shrugged, shaking slightly. “I can’t afford…”

“Did I ask you to fucking pay for it?” Nash snapped.

Cody clamped his lips and scratched his arms. If he had to guess, the cops had kept him drugged when they needed him and strung out as a punishment.

“You’ll be admitted tonight, and you will remain silent. You will never talk about this with anyone. Because if you do, it’s fucking over. There will not be a second chance. And I’ll fucking do it, personally.”

“You have my word.”

“Your word means shit. Make no mistake, I have no issue with ending your pathetic existence. Yet again, you have Charley to thank for bailing you out.”

There was a little life that lit in his eyes. “They wouldn’t let me talk to her.”

“And you won’t until you’ve completed your program and proven that you are worthy of her love.”

Cody straightened, showing signs of life. This was a good thing. Even through his drug induced haze, he still remembered who stuck by his side. Even when it was undeserved.

“I’m going to do everything in the next three months.”

Nash snorted. “Year.”

“What?” Cody knitted his brows.

“You’ll be in for a full year, and unlike prison, there’s no time served for good behavior. Three hundred and sixty-five fucking days and not a second less. You only get one chance. One slip up,and it ends for you. And if that’s the case, I will tell your sister of all the horrific things you’ve done. I’ll create the most demonic acts, so she’ll only see you as a monster. I’m going to make it impossible for her to faithfully mourn you. I’ll make her hate you, and you’ll become a distant memory.”

His eyes welled. He was showing signs of humanity. Good.

“I’ll do it.”

Only time would tell.

Nash hardened his stare and turned, walking out of the motel room. That was only part one of this situation. It was Nash’s time to show humanity. But that’s over now.

He pulled out his phone, pulling up the number and texting the message.

Nash: I need a favor.

Sal: Name it, son.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Charley had spent the entire morning unpacking her suitcase and boxes. She hadn’t bothered taking any furniture with her. It was mostly hand me downs and used. It didn’t make much sense since Nash’s house was fully furnished.His couch probably cost more than all my worldly possessions.She kept most of her things in boxes for the first week until she was confronted by Nash.

“It’s our place. You bring whatever you want.”

Charley glanced around the living room. Everything fit so perfectly. A seamless manicured vision of tastefully elegant and sophisticated.

“I don’t think my stuff will fit with your décor.”

Nash scoffed, taking her in for a kiss and muttered against her lips. “Then change the décor. It’sourhouse, Charley.”

She was struggling to embrace his house as theirs. But Nash changed that quickly. When she opened the box with her framed pictures, he insisted she put them around the house.

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