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I’ve never seen this kind of violence in person. Sure, on TV and in news articles, but never right there in front of my face.
I don’t know how to act or how I’m supposed to feel right now.
This is the first time I’m experiencing something like this firsthand.
I wish I had something to break me out of this.
I don’t know how long Armor was in the bathroom. Time seems to be melting together. When he comes back out, he has a washcloth in his hand, and he puts it down next to me. He pushes the shirt I threw on back over my head, and when I look down, I see all the blood on my costume.
My body goes stiff, and I just want to rip it all off. Luckily, he must know that’s what I want because he makes quick work of getting the offending materials off.
I shiver when he peels the costume off my body, leaving me in nothing but my fishnet stockings and underclothes.
“I’m so sorry, Jada. I’m so sorry you had to go through this,” Armor whispers as he continues to take my clothes off. When I’m naked, he picks up the washcloth and starts to wipe off any remnants of blood.
“I was so scared. I think I still might be scared,” I finally whisper, and he drops the washcloth to the side.
“No, babe. You don’t need to be scared anymore. I’m here. I’m always going to be here to protect you, Jada,” he whispers and kisses me.
These aren’t the needy passion-fueled kisses that we usually share, but instead, they are sensual and loving.
He’s pouring all he has into the kiss, and I’m soaking it up. Slowly, the feeling of numbness leaves my body, and all I want is him.
I tug at his clothing, and he’s quick to take them off. He lays me back on the bed and slowly kisses my body, taking his time to let me feel him.
He runs his hands softly down my core and slides his fingers between my pussy lips. My body reacts violently to the touch.
I want more of this. More of him.
I arch up into his expert hand, and he slowly pushes one finger and then another inside of me.
“I need you, Armor,” I whisper, and he grunts in response.
His cock is hard and ready for me. He slides his knees between my legs to open me up more. I take advantage of the situation and wrap my legs around his waist.
He thrusts slowly inside of me, and I let my eyes flutter closed.
All the pain and agony of the past few days float away as he rocks my body. The deeper in me he is, the more at ease I feel.
My orgasm is slowly building, and when I release, he captures my moans in his mouth.
The things this man makes me feel.
Armor rocks my body for hours until I’m sated, and even though I’m still worried about Oakleigh, I know undoubtedly, I’m going to be safe in Armor’s arms.
CHAPTERTEN
Armor
Being with Jada has caused me to not be as focused on a lot of my business outside of the club. I still haven’t told anyone besides Hammer and Inc about what I do with my money but being with Jada makes me question if one day I can tell her about it. She’s becoming more important to me as the days pass, but I’m not sure she’s ready to see the reality of this cruel world.
A lot of people act like it doesn’t exist, or they choose to not see it for what it is: foul. I, on the other hand, have never been the type who could ever turn a blind eye to this sort of shit. I think growing up the way I did only made me see it more. I witnessed how the rich would speak to the people who worked for them. The very people who would clean their houses or make their food. They’d act as if they were below them just because of the nature of their jobs.
As a child who bore witness to it constantly, it made me understand there were two types of people in this world: the good and the ugly. I was just trying to understand it back then, but my father and people like him were the ugly. The people helping them, doing their jobs, aiding them . . . those were the good people, though they often chose to not see that.
I think it all adds up to why I don’t work with my father or his associates. I didn’t want to act like some sort of pompous asshole. It’s never been in my nature, honestly. I even turned down a six-figure-a-year job at one of my father’s companies. He didn’t understand it, but I already had a trust fund to live off, and it would provide for me, my future wife, and any children I had quite handsomely. Add in the fact I’ve invested some of it and donated a bit more, then I take the kids out of trafficking. I don’t live over my means, though. For example, I’m the man who will eat ramen just to save a few extra bucks. I don’t need lobster and steak every night. Those sorts of meals are for important things, not minuscule overindulgences just because I can.
It’s been a few days since Oakleigh was taken to the hospital, and the fact it’s November blows my mind. If anything, it feels like this year has flown by. Since she was shot, the club’s been having people on the streets contacting our dealers, and we’ve been taking shifts watching over the perimeter of the club. The fact the 17 came in here and opened fire is complete and utter bullshit. They have no regard for keeping family or loved ones out of harm’s way, but we won’t play as dirty as they do. We’d never put an innocent woman or child in the crossfire just to get back at our enemy.
