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When I opened the door, I took in the drugged-up woman standing on the other side.

It took me a few moments, but I placed those features.

The same that my woman held.

I asked, “Can I fucking help you?”

She stuttered, “I’m here to see my girl.”

“You don’t have one. Not after you abandoned her. Left her with that shit.” I snapped.

It was after our first Christmas together that she shared.

She had left Kyle a few months after they had gotten together.

When she went home to her father, she found out that he owed money for his drinking and gambling habits. He tried to sell her to pay off her debt.

Thankfully, she was pregnant with Soraya at the time.

And with nowhere to go, she had gone back to Kyle.

I still shivered when I thought about what could have happened to her.

If the fucker wasn’t already dead, I would see that he was.

I didn’t offer the woman anything else as I slammed the door in her face.

She wouldn’t be a problem for my woman ever again.

I pulled my phone out, downloaded the security cam footage of my front door and and texted Grimm.

Me – Sending you a video. Find the bitch. Take her out. Have fucking fun.

He texted back a few minutes later.

Grimm – Done.

As soon as I pocketed my phone, my woman came walking down the hall, still taking my breath away with every single step.

She looked at the door, then at me, and asked, “Who was that, honey?”

“Wrong house,” was all I said.

I never lied to my woman.

And it felt like shards of glass were stuck in my throat when I did.

But when she just smiled and winked at me, I knew it was worth it.

Anything was worth keeping my woman in the happy place she had been in ever since the day I had met her.

And when Kettle came over and popped four brownies in his mouth, he caught sight of the temper Soraya had when she was riled.

The same one she got from her mama.

And the same one she had picked up from me.

Then I watched with a lifted brow when Kettle stood there and smiled at Soraya.

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However, that night, I told Ophelia the truth.

I had made her a promise all those years ago, one I’ve never broken, and I damn sure wouldn’t be breaking it now.

And to what I had done for her, thankful that Soraya was no longer living at home, we got to make love wherever our hearts desired.

Tonight... well... well, we would need to disinfect the dining room table... later.

The End

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