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And out comes Aiden Walker. Without warning, something slams through me. A thick piercing knife in my heart that tears it in two, a crack in my gut where my intestines seep out, an intense rush of something unexpected and all-consuming.
Because, with one look at this plain ordinary man, I come to an understanding. A foreboding sense of dread, a spark of elation, and an animated call to eagerness hits me. Because Aiden Walker will be mine.
Aiden Walker—because fate's allowed it—is mine. All mine. Mine to stalk. Mine to kill. Mine to stake my claim on as I take his soul with me and keep it treasured with my collection.
Aiden Walker was meant to be mine, and I won’t stop until he is. Whether he likes it or not.
“No one’s fucking Levi and no one’s restraining him,”
Bel pouts. “But Daddy…” “Get out,” I pant, clawing at my scalp, trying to get the image of my Aiden Walker and that woman out of my mind. “Get the fuck out! Everybody!” “Ooooo,” Gore teases, giddy as hell as he tiptoes into my room. “Are we feeling a bit bloody, Levi?” “I wanna do it! Me, me!” Bel shouts, jumping up and down, almost through the threshold before Mammon grabs him by the back of his hoodie. “Hey! Unhand me!”
“Don’t you get it? There shouldn’t be a living soul on this planet who’s had him the way I will. I’m going to wipe them all out until there’s only me. Because our souls call to each other. His death and his agony and his torture are mine to take. No one else’s.”
Because our souls were born apart but have always been meant to twine together like vines lacing a precious rose. So beautiful it hurts.
“You make me crazy,” he chuckles, snuggling up to my side. “My perfect obsession. My bounty. My soul to take. My Aiden.”
“Can we play now?” Bel asks, brandishing the rope that was hooked onto his belt as he cozies up to Mammon’s side. “Come on, Daddy. I know you want to.” To this, Mammon smirks, petting his hip. “Go for it.”
Levi might be a demon. He might be a monster. He might be unworthy of redemption and be damned to hell. He’s a hellhound. And I’m his fucking owner.
“Fuck, he’s so sexy,” Gore groans, grabbing his crotch. Bel nods along eagerly. “I’d let Daddy topple my empire.”
