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19. When The Devil Pays A Visit

Author: Erika Lana Bell
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-05 17:48:54

Hale’s pov.

I jerk off in the shower. Once. Then again.

Neither time works.

She’s still there. Still under my tongue, wrapped around my thoughts, burned into the backs of my eyes. It’s not lust. Lust is shallow. This is need. This is rage and obsession coiled tight beneath my skin like a parasite that feeds off memory. I grip the edge of the sink and breathe through my teeth.

I want her.

Right now.

Bent over the sink. Against the wall. On her knees. On mine.

Instead, I’m here. Outside this cesspit of a mansion that smells like sweat and sin, standing under a sky that won’t stop weeping. My coat’s soaked through. Doesn’t matter. I don’t feel the cold. I’m too full of heat and hatred.

Marcellus.

The bastard was easy to find. They always are, if you follow the right trail of blood and dollar signs. I didn’t even have to try. His name came up in three different conversations before I started asking the right questions. A man like him thinks he’s untouchable. That kind of arrogance leaves
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