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“In the flesh babe,” I answer jokingly, placing a soft kiss upon his cheek hoping Sebastian is somewhere watching from behind a bush or something. Kai and I have always had an easy relationship. Although I’m not as close to him as Scar is or was, since recent events seem to have strained that relationship, we’ve always been the ones causing trouble together. I mean I can’t deny he’s fucking gorgeous and more times than not have our classmates back in Pleasant Hills thought we were an item, but Kai’s always been a brother to me, filling in the empty hole Roman left when he disappeared.
“Where’d you run off too Jade?” Jax asks, not moving to stand near Ruby further making me suspect something’s going on there. Those two are the king and queen of PDA. “Oh and why?”
I’m not sure how much they all know about what went down the night I saw Roman again and since then, but Ruby didn’t sound so surprised when I blurted it out earlier, so I figure they’ve been filled in.
“Just went back home for a visit,” I answer, shrugging out of Kai’s arms as I look up to Stella who’s staring at us with a solemn look in her eyes. She knows my relationship with Kai is nothing but platonic, one between a brother and a sister, but I’m sure it still feels weird to her seeing him so comfortable around me when she’s been crushing so hard on him.
“How are mommy and mommy?” Jax asks,
“They’re fine,” I mutter, not interested in taking this conversation any further.
“Well someone’s chatty,” Jax huffs out mockingly, turning to Ruby and receiving a murderous glare.
“Yeah Jade, what’s up you seem, I don’t know off?” Kai mutters from beside me, while Drake who’s been standing there in his usual broody mood scoffs, turning to me as he pats Kai on the back.
“Well brother, that’s because you don’t understand what it’s like to be betrayed by Scarlett Steele,” Drake says, giving me a knowing glance before he turns and walks away disappearing into the crowd.
“Well I’m glad he doesn’t hold grudges,” Jax blurts out, “I thought he’d forgiven Scar and swept everything under the rug after she went and almost got herself blown up,” he adds, and it surprises me how easily Jaxon forgave and forgot when just weeks ago he was the one acting like Scarlett had broken his heart and betrayed him.
“Some things aren’t so easily swept under Jax,” I say, my gaze shifting from him to Sebastian, as I spot him heading inside his father’s house, his eyes connecting with me for a passing moment before he disappears inside. “Excuse me,” I mutter, walking away without giving them any further explanation. Although I’m already feeling sick to my stomach, I know I have to follow Bass, we have a hell of a lot of unfinished business.
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Deep breath. Inhale in, exhale out. Repeat.
I manage to calm the queasiness in my stomach as I march across the elegantly decorated lawn complete with ice sculptures and twinkling lights, toward the back entrance of the mansion where I saw Bass enter through. I can hear the whispers and snickers of the partygoers, all dressed in semi formal attire as I strut past them in my leather pants and midriff baring top. At least I wore heels. I quicken my pace, my heart skipping a beat as I anticipate my meeting with Sebastian after what he whispered in my ear earlier.You better make sure to never run away from me again, because if you run Little Wolf, you can be sure as fuck I will catch you.
Just thinking about those promising words sends an equally exhilarating yet fearful shiver through me filling me with a daunting arousal just like when he said them just moments ago. The blazing desire in his gaze and the gravel yet confident rasp of his voice oozing sex appeal, made me want him to just wrap his hands around my ass and kiss me stupid for all to see. I step forward almost at the back door entrance, but just as I am about to cross the threshold into the mansion, I’m stopped. Long, thin fingers, covered in chrome and silver rings, with calloused tips wrap around my arm gently applying pressure as a silky voice coos my name, “Miss Wolfe,” he says, smoothly and ever-so-slightly supercilious, “I see my son has kept you around.”
I turn around slowly and fearfully, coming face to face with the daunting reflection of Stephan Silver. His tall stature is unnerving even in my stiletto heels, his raven black hair not a strand out of place, and those mesmerizing slate eyes watch me carefully and meticulously. I inhale a deep breath, the queasiness and nausea I had just managed to contain threatening to resurface.
“Mr. Silver,” I manage to finally say after blankly staring at him for what seems like hours. “It’s a pleasure to see you again,” I add, trying to inconspicuously pull out of his grasp. Seems like he’s just as domineering as his son.
“The pleasure is all mine my dear,” he says, emphasizing on the word pleasure far too long for my liking, “I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight, it was my understanding you and my son were currently how should I put it, not on the best of terms,” he adds, bringing a glass of amber liquor held tightly in his free hand to his lips. After a small sip, his hand still holding my arm releases me, “You know after the unfortunate ordeal with your brother Roman.”
I’m not surprised he’s aware of everything that happened, being Wesley Servite’s right hand man and all, I just can’t help but wonder if he heard the news from his son's own venom-stained lips. But his tone is anything but sincere as he casually and calculatingly throws out his son's indiscretions reminding me why I'm so pissed off at him. Must be exactly his intention if the sly smirk on his face is any indication. God these men are so damn predictable.
I fake a cheery smile, “Yes, well that’s all water under the bridge sir,” I lie, knowing well enough that is the opposite of what he wants to hear. Stephan Silver doesn’t seem like the type of man that would allow his only son, his heir, to fall in love with the likes of someone like me. I laugh internally, and apparently out loud at the thought of Sebastian Silver falling inlovewith anyone, gaining me a deep scowl from Silver Sr.
“If you’ll excuse me sir,” I say, stepping away from him but not making it far before he speaks again.
“I’d tread carefully my dear,” he states rather methodically, “my son isn’t one to forgive indiscretions or take threats or ultimatums lightly. He’s a level-minded man, he makes decisions based on logic and not on matters of feelings or emotion. I wouldn’t wish for you to end up broken-hearted or worse.” The nerve of this man.
“I appreciate your sincere concern Mr. Silver, but you see I’m not as fragile as I may seem. I’m not just some parentless little girl with an attitude problem and a track record of impulsive behavior. I can manage well on my own. Besides,” I whisper softly, stepping toward him and reaching out to smooth the fabric of his tie, “it’s not my heart I’d be worried about.”
