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And I would have it, one goddamn soul at a time. Lloyd, I would save for last. Savor every second of the build up while he believed he had me and Addilyn where he wanted us.

Let him wait. Stir his anxiety by watching his best friend get tossed into the slammer. Sheriff Bradshaw would have his day thanks to Twinkie and his lover.

But Jenny and Devon…

I stewed on their names and where Addilyn had said they were in life as she slept in my arms. A crack whore and a soon-to-be husband. What better revenge could I have than taking them down together?

Addilyn wouldn’t ever forgive Jenny—but would she try to stop me from being karma’s bitch and making sure those two fuckfaces got what they deserved for hurting her?

Getting to Jenny would be laughably easy, but Devon would prove a tougher opponent. He studied law. Had a fiancée in his life. If I took down the sheriff first, he might be on guard.

Best to hit them both within a matter of hours.

That meant a trip down to Anchorage, which I had planned eventually anyway.

I slid from the bed, stripped down, and climbed back in beside Addilyn, ready to finally sleep.

But the fucking skin on skin beneath the quilt. Every inch of her pressed along me…

I closed my eyes and nosed against her hair, breathing her in. Lust stirred in my groin, but I forced my focus on detailing out the plan for the asshole and his old high school sweetheart to keep from fucking Addilyn awake.

They would pay.

And it wouldn’t be pretty.

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Addilyn

My mind roused to life, but warmth and contentment surrounded me, keeping me from opening my eyes. A heart beat against my ear. Sparse hair tickled my cheek. Hard muscle and hot skin rested beneath my hand.

An arm lay under my torso, a palm on my ass. One of my legs rested atop more prickling hair and hard muscle.

Gideon.

Longing rushed through me, and I lifted my head off his chest, blinking to bring him into focus.

Head propped up on a pillow, he watched me. Studied me with sleepy blue eyes void of anger, of bloodlust. Just…open. Vulnerable.

I shimmied up his torso and kissed him. Had to. I needed to taste his mouth without angst, to see if tenderness with him would turn me on like his anger did.

He groaned, his fingers sliding into my hair to hold me in place. Lips parting, he took over. Angled our heads. Ate at my mouth with tongue and teeth, morning breath be damned. Scruff scratched at my chin, and I rolled fully atop him, my core swelling with desire as I straddled his waist.

His dick lay hard as hell between us, and I rubbed myself against it. Chasing… Panting.

Holy hell, did he get me going. I never thought I’d feel arousal like that again—pure want.

“Gideon.” I whispered my surprise at my body’s reaction against his mouth.

He pushed me up to sit on his waist, his length trapped between us.

I gulped. Stared at the dips and swells of muscle from his shoulders down over massive pecs…ripples of abs. The dark trail of hair…the leaking tip of his hard dick peeking between us.

“You’re wet.”

My core pulsed at his ragged words, and I licked my suddenly dry lips while dragging my focus back up to his face.

Those eyes…good God, that look replaced any vulnerability. His head once more tipped back, he peered at me as though lava boiled inside him, ready to erupt and burn me to ash.

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