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Deep slash across her throat.

I lurch toward her, hands outstretched to stop the bleeding,

I gasp awake, into the present.

It’s been so long since I’ve dreamed, I’m not used to the jarring feeling of being stuck between realities. When the dream is so fresh it feels like a memory. Feels so damn real. Hell, it looked so damn real.

Breathing through my nose, I drag myself back to the crappy apartment on Fifth Street and the living woman pressed against my side.

Another lungful––roses, clean laundry and sex.

Payton.

I rub my thumb against her bare shoulder.

A fucking virgin.

I was not expecting that. Never even crossed my mind as a possibility. Payton’s young, probably too young for me, but she’s plenty old to have popped her cherry. Old enough to have slept with multiple men.

My inner beast growls at the idea.

It’s a good fucking thing she was a virgin. Just thinking of some dude walking around that’s had his cock anywhere near Payton’s pussy fills me with a boiling, murderous rage.

And if anyone else ever touches her…

If anyone else ever hurts her…

A crushing sensation presses into my chest.

Somebody did hurt her.

My fingers slowly fold into a fist.

Somebody hurt her a lot.

And it’s time someone hurt him back.

CHAPTER27

Nero

“Fuck man,do you know what time it is?”

I ignore King’s grumble and jump right into it. “Want to go with me to Fargo?”

“Why would anyone––” he breaks off, and I hear the rustling of him sitting up in bed. “You’re gonna go fuck that old guy up, aren’t you?”

I flip on my blinker. “Yep.”

“Well hot diggity damn, count me in.” He sounds wide awake now. “The usual hangar?”

“Yeah. Wheels up in forty.”

Ending the call, I pull onto the freeway and head to the small private airport in silence.

I already called Sloan to get the flight plan filed and the plane readied. He bitched about it the whole time, but he’ll do it, because it’s his job. And I don’t pay for him to live next to the airfield for nothing.

I hate leaving a trail of my comings and goings with flight plans, but I’d hate getting shot out of the sky more. And I don’t have the time to drive my ass across thenothingthat exists between here and there. Plus, I have a warehouse in Fargo, so I have a ready excuse to be there. Which is precisely the reason why I have warehouses in every nearby state. Even if they’re empty, they’re my property, so I always have a valid reason for a flight.

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