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Chapter 21
JADE
ROMAN: Please Jade, I need you to talk to me.
That’s the fifteenth message I received from my brother this week.
ROMAN: If you won’t answer me, I’m coming to you. I’ve had enough.
And the sixteenth message I deleted just after reading it.
Roman’s been incessantly texting me for two weeks now, practically begging me to give him another chance to explain, well fuck I don’t know what’s left to say. To be honest I’m not sure I fully understand what it is that’s keeping me from seeing him, fromforgivinghim.
Is it because...
He left me for so long.
He never came back to look for me.
He killed my father.
It definitely can’t be the last one since I’m not even sure I’m truly pissed off about that. Maybe the fact he was capable of killing but knowing Roman, that could have always been a risk. I wasn’t planning on reaching out to him or answering any of his text messages, but ever since I found that strange note taped to the front door of our dorm room, I’ve been on edge.
Always watching you darling.
I constantly feel like I’m being watched, as if someone is tracking my every move and I don’t for one second doubt it’s connected to my less than pleasant conversation with Daddy Silver last week when I ran into him at the Silver Estate. I accompanied Stella to pick up some clothes she was going to donate to a shelter down in Pleasant Hills. He greeted us the moment we arrived, and immediately I noticed Stella was somewhat on edge. Her interaction with Silver Sr. Took a 360 degree turn from the first day she introduced him to us back on Halloween night last year. She nervously shifted beside me, refusing to look Stephan in the eye. I however stared directly into two familiar gray eyes that glared wickedly at me.
Intimidation. That was his goal, and dark, menacing glares were his tactic. Not to mention subtle, less than friendly threats.
“You and your sister have surely made yourselves comfortable here.” he murmured, obviously trying to ensure Stella wouldn’t overhear us. “You’ve adapted well to this new environment and adjusted to all the various changes you’ve encountered. It would be a shame for your stay here to be cut short for any reason. You see others weren’t so lucky and have found their stay here slightly more troubling. It’s a good thing my son, niece and their friends have taken a liking to you, otherwise things might be a tad more difficult.”
I scoffed at his attempt to intimidate me by threatening me with a ticket back to the slums I came from. I know well enough I’m a threat to him, a tempting vice his son seems to keep coming back for. He wouldn’t be wasting his time with me if he weren’t at least a little nervous that his well-oiled machine was starting to malfunction.
On top of that, I’m not sure if it’s my deranged imagination playing tricks on me, my paranoia finally pushing me over the edge, or if in fact I did see Skeet and his pathetic sidekick, outside of Scottie’s Diner last night. Watching me, just like the note said. I can’t take any chances, I need answers.
Which is why I’m finally texting Roman back, the reason I am willing to meet with him today, preferably in his apartment. I’m tired of being out of the loop around here, always the last to know everything and this time, I’m going to make sure I figure things out on my own. Well sort of.
Stephan Silver has been a complete nightmare ever since he began suspecting there was something going on between his son and me. The elitist bastard doesn't want his son's, his only heir’s, future, and pristine legacy to be ruined by some orphan with no pedigree whatsoever. Especially not a pregnantslut. I’m sure he hasn’t figured out the extent of my condition. He can’t know I am currently carrying his first and only grandson or granddaughter inside of me, however I won’t lie and say I’m not terrified of what he’s capable of doing when he does in fact discover the secret I’m hiding.
The conversation Silver Sr. and I had earlier last week, his veiled threats, and phony concern for my well-being, have left me with a sour taste in my mouth and the impression that Wesley Servite’s untouchable and well-respectedbusiness associate, is involved in far more sinister activities than he is believed capable of. After all the devil himself Wesley Servite, may he rot in hell, was only as vile as his hellish disciples helped him become. Between Silver and he, well let’s just say there was quite a bit of bad blood. And now that I suspect Stephan is connected to Skeet, who is in turn connected to Kane Dalton and The Order, I’m even more certain this is not a mere coincidence.
Which brings me to the dilemma at hand, for my sake and for that of my unborn Little Monster, I need to know who exactly Sebastian and his father are involved with, and that list begins and ends with The Order and their front man, Kane Dalton. If it weren’t for Silver Sr. I would have all together forgotten the name. I haven’t heard from Kane since I so subtly told him to fuck off, but Silver Sr. mentioned him, more like notthreatenedme with Kane and his associates interest in pretty little girls like me. Fucking asshole.
“There is a rumor floating around, something about a Kane fellow and his accomplices. Apparently they have an itch for pretty, young women. I do hope you and your sister keep a vigilant eye out, you know with her track record and your appearance.” Way to subtly say I dress like a whore, and “deserve” whatever negative attention I receive from vile fuckers like them.
I could have given him a piece of my mind then and there but I acted as cool as a fucking cucumber. Unbothered, indifferent, and unafraid. But that seems to be the norm I’ve been faking lately.
