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“You’re asking the wrong people sweetheart,” Sarah says, nervously running her fingers through her dark brown hair, and it’s not until then that I realize how insensitive my question was. Neither Sarah nor Grayson were ever able to conceive any children of their own, which is why they chose to foster kids.
“Right, sorry, I didn’t mean…”
“Don’t worry Jade, I didn’t mean anything by it,” Sarah adds, “My sister has three kids so I’ve been around a pregnant woman before to know a few things. Her nausea and vomiting only lasted a couple weeks with her first two, but with her last she was sick all nine months.” Great, that’s what I have to look forward to.
“Well I guess that’s a no on the chili for me, I’ll just swing by and grab some soup when I get back home tonight,” I say, moving over to stand at the doorway.
“You still think it’s best for you to go back there?” Sarah asks, her hands nervously stuffed into the pockets of her flower printed apron.
“I have no other choice. I have to finish school, I have nowhere else to go, and now, well I have to come up with a plan as to what I’m going to do after graduation.”
“You’ll always have a home here Jade, you know that right,” Grayson says, standing and walking over to stand beside her wife, her bright red curls bouncing as she does.
I nod my head looking around at the place before me, the yellow flowered curtains and pale robin's egg walls I helped paint two summers ago, wishing I could in fact stay here longer. “Yeah well, I may have some unfinished business I need to take care of, loads of it actually,” I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly, the thought of what I’m going to do when I get to Sebastian’s house threatening to make bile rise up in me once more. And this time it has nothing to do with the little monster inside of me.
“Are you going to tell him?” Sarah asks.
“Eventually,” I mumble almost inaudibly. “But first I have to deal with Scarlett, not to mention the whole Roman issue. At least my father’s dead, one less thing I have to worry about,” I say it jokingly, a hint of dark humor escaping me, but neither one of them laughs. I have to make jokes about the shit storm my life has recently become. If not, how else am I supposed to manage to stay sane?
“I’ll drive you back then,” Grayson states rather than asking, so I simply nod, not having a legit reason to decline her offer, but it’s not home I'll be going to, not yet anyway.
“I need you to drop me off at the Silver’s Estate,” I say, stunning them both. “I have a party to stop by first.”
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BASS
Two fucking weeks. That’s how long I’ve gone without sleeping a fucking wink. For two weeks I’ve been in this sour as fuck mood because she ran from me without letting me explain a goddamn thing. Two long ass weeks since I’ve seen or heard from her. Which only means my excruciating need for her, my insurmountable craving, my ravenous hunger she can only satiate, has gone and turned me into a savage beast. Well more than I already was, because my wild Little Wolf brings out the worst in me.
She makes me feel things when I’ve spent my whole life convincing myselffeelingsaren’t real. My father has always saidemotionsare a weakness, an illusion of monumental proportions that make us believe we are at all in control of them. Emotions change our perception of reality, and in order to always stay in control and not fall victim to their intoxicating trickery, we must obliterate them. So that’s what I did.
Out of mind, out of sight.
Until now.
The first week was agonizing having absolutely no fucking clue as to where she could have gone. When Scarlett finally calmed down after going haywire at her sister's disappearance and dealing with all the other bullshit she had just been through i.e. the fire that killed her mother, father, and Wesley not to mentioned nearly took her and Ace down with it, she realized there was only one place Jade would go, her foster home. My girl ran to the only family she had left who in her eyes hadn’t betrayed her. I was ready to go get her back, tie her up and force her to listen to what I have to say before fucking her so savagely that she’d be begging me never to let her get away again.
Scarlett wouldn’t have it. She found out a week ago that Jade was in fact staying at her old house and was doing okay. Her foster mom assured her that it was best to let Jade work things out on her own and not push her into anything before she’s ready. Scar agreed to her foster mom’s terms, but the lady doesn’t fucking know me. She doesn’t know Jade the way I do, and she sure as fuck doesn’t know what I know.
Jade craves the chase, she needs it to feel alive, to feel like she belongs somewhere. She’s a goddamn wolf for fucks sake, and not just in name but in every sense of the word. She was born for the hunt, she was born to be part of a pack, she needs a fucking Alpha. You can bet your ass you don’t get any more alpha than me, but what I’ve come to learn is she’s also an untamed little wolf who was born to run. Though what she will come to realize is, the inevitable thing about running, you always get caught.
“Tell me again why I have to listen toyourgirlfriend when it comes to findingmygirl,” I snicker at my brother Ace, while I anxiously pace around my childhood bedroom. It’s been months since I’ve stayed here, having moved into the boarding rooms at Servite Academy since we started there and choosing to live at Ace’s beach house at the start of our senior year. But since it’s my father who’s throwing me my grandiose eighteenth birthday party tonight, here I am.
I moved into my family’s beach house late last year when Jade and I startedhanging outand needed our own privacy. My bedroom looks exactly as I left it. Black walls, thick blackout curtains, of course in black, and a four-poster bed covered in a dark red comforter. Plastered on every wall are posters of my favorite musicians and bands, and in one corner where Ace is currently sitting, is my old drum set. Yeah I had a drum set, and a guitar, and a one hell of a voice. That was until my father told me the only way he’d ever allow me to pursue that passion was in the afterlife. Because Silver’s are not made to be anything less than made men.
Ace laughs as he takes one of the drum sticks in his hand and starts playing a beat, “Because you’re terrified of whatmy girlfriendwould do toyourmanhood were you to piss her sister off further and we lose track of her.”
Well he’s not wrong. Scarlett is one hell of a badass, taking Wesley and that fucker Marchesi head on. I mean yeah she nearly got herself blown to fucking smithereens but she still managed to get rid of them and the corruption flowing through their streets. Well most of it, because although Wesley Servite is gone, we’ve yet to dismantle his entire empire. Not when my father still stands straight on his feet and in charge now that Servite is nothing but bones and ash. He may not have one hundred percent agreed with Wesley on his ‘business’ tactics, especially concerning The Gallows, but he was his accomplice nonetheless. You see my father is a self-centered egomaniac who believes all should worship the hallowed ground he walks on. Unlike Wesley Servite, who contrary to what he believed everyone knew was as crooked and corrupt as they come, to all those in Hillcrest Hills my father is a benevolent god. He’s a god alright,theKing of the Underworld himself. In the eyes of our neighbors and his associates, he’s a legit businessman, carrying on the legacy of the Silver name who made their fortune in the financial investments sector. Combine that with the fact that he has British royalty on his arm, it makes him untouchable. But behind closed doors, he’s a crook and a fraud, forcing his associates and majority investors into funding his underground casino’s, and narcotics, his real legacy.
He made a smart decision when he remarried, choosing the noble Eliza Masters, a member of an English aristocratic family. He knew in marrying her he’d forever be protected by not only her wealth but her pristine reputation. As an adolescent, Eliza married an English nobleman named Henry Masters, and had one son with him, Beckett. Though after their divorce when Beckett was thirteen, Eliza met my father and quickly remarried, her and Beckett moving into my father’s estate. Which led us to where we are today, two broken knights in a cold castle. At last he has a way out. I am still stuck with the benevolent Silver King.
“I texted her to come tonight,” I blurt out, falling back on my bed as I do. It isn’t like me to be off my game like this pining after someone who has no interest in being found, but I can’t fucking help it.
Ace sets the drumstick down, “You think she’ll show?” he asks, as he stands and walks over to me. I close my eyes trying to calm my rage but I feel him hovering above me.
“The fuck do I know. Jade is anything but predictable. I mean why would she show up, she thinks we betrayed her,” I sneer, realizing I’m taking my anger out on Ace.
“I don’t know man, isn’t that what we did?”
“We didn’t fucking know he was her brother man, not till recently. And how were we just supposed to say,so your brother is alive and he just killed your father,like who fucking does that.” But clearly that’s exactly what we should have done. “It’s Scarlett she should be pissed at, I mean that’s her sister, but me, what the fuck did I do.”
I hear someone clear their throat as I sit up and find Scarlett standing in my doorway wearing a pissed off glare and her hands perched angrily on her waist. Fuck. Her eyes move from me to Ace who stands beside me, his frown turning into a playful smirk as he looks at his girl who looks gorgeous in a skintight black mini dress. Her black hair is slick straight down her back and a dark red lip makes her look like some grunge emo princess.. She looks nothing like the girls who were bred in Hillcrest Hills yet she belongs here just the same if not more. Not only because we’ve recently found out that she is the daughter of Maxwell Smoak and her great grandfather was a member of one of the founding families, but because she is the girlfriend of the king himself.
If only her sister were mine.
“Don’t listen to him babe,” Ace says walking over to where she stands, “Bass is just pissed off and doesn’t know what he’s saying.”
“No he’s actually right this once,” she says, walking toward me. “I should have told her as soon as I found out someone had killed her father. I should have told her the moment I found Roman instead of pushing her away, I should have confided in her. I should have told her everything,” her face twists in agony as she speaks, and fuck I sort of feel bad for what I said. What is wrong with me? I never gave two shits about what I used to say or who I used to say it to. Not until these two sisters came into our town and stirred shit up. It was Scar’s no fucks attitude and defiant behavior that drove my brother fucking crazy, like a mad man he needed her to be his. And as always he got what he wanted. And it’s Jade’s recklessness and impulsivity that makes me need to dominate the untamed little monster inside her, only to unleash mine in the process. And as it seems, I’ve made up my damn mind. Now it’s just time I convince her she needs the same, and she needs me by her side.
