CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX: DADDY’s

NOVA POV

The words raise up your shirt weren’t the issue.

It was the way he said, spread your legs, like he was talking to a street girl and not me.

My spine went rigid, and I didn’t even have to speak before Grant did.

“If you don’t address my woman properly,” Grant’s voice was low and deadly calm, “I’ll be the last person you see before you arrive in hell.”

His hand was on my shoulder quite gentle and protective but the quiet violence in his ...