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I imagined the scene the motel owner must have walked in on. The crack whore cold and stiff beneath an upstanding young man who’d had the world in front of him.

Her dead.

Him ruined.

Justice as far as I was concerned, and not one lick of remorse or regret whispered through my conscience.

If Gideon had been the one responsible, I expected he would have been riding that blood rage since the night before. Believing he’d given me my gift, I banked the fire and readied for bed.

He would be home before long and need me to sate the lust I didn’t doubt held his full focus.

My core warming, I crawled into our bed and waited for his return.

30

Gideon

I knew I shouldn’t stick around but couldn’t help myself. The need to enjoy the consequences of my actions play out made me park two blocks away from the motel.

The owner meandered down the sidewalk two hours after checkout time to see why the room on the end hadn’t emptied. He found it full—and sprinted back toward the office, his fat gut bouncing with every step.

Adrenaline had its way with me, but I sat still, loving the sound of sirens and the sight of flashing lights minutes later.

Devon appeared in the doorway, naked, breath puffing white with every panted exhale.

Guns were drawn, trained on him as he stumbled from the room, hands held high.

I cracked my window so I could hear.

“I didn’t do it!” He shrieked like a little girl while being slammed onto the ground.

Smelling of Jenny’s dirty cunt. Hopefully, his dick crushed into pavement as diseased as she’d been. Tossed into the back of a squad car like I’d been, shoulders hunched.

Defeated.

The fuckface had gotten what was coming to him.

I started my car and eased away from the scene, my heart racing, grinning like a madman.

One man remained on my radar, but not for long. Best to get ahold of him before he saw the news and grew suspicious.

I called the fucker who’d spawned me, only the excitement to finish things keeping me awake.

“Clear your schedule for the rest of the day,” I said when Lloyd answered.

“It’s her fucking birthday,” he screamed over the line, and my grin widened.

“And I broke her good. She’s all ready and waiting for you, Dad.” I tossed in the title I hadn’t used for him in my head for over five years.

“I’ve got a meeting I can’t miss this afternoon. Where is she?” he snipped, revealing his anxiety.

“Some place you’ll never find on your own.” I gave him the coordinates of where he needed to meet me so I could take him to her. “The cabin is off the grid, and the driveway is hard to navigate. We can drive out there together and end this shit once and for all.”

He agreed, so damn on edge and desperate for my princess that he didn’t act the least bit suspicious.

Dumb fucker.

A few hours later, I arrived at our meeting point in middle of nowhere, a simple gravel parking area I’d found weeks earlier when I’d decided on Lloyd’s fate. With it being off the beaten path, I didn’t fear sitting there to wait.

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