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He doesn’t even bat an eye at her, as if she's not there staring him down. She huffs before giving up and just talking to him instead. “You own the shop?” She asks just as he seems to finally find whatever it was that he was looking for.
To my surprise, he pulls out a leather much like his own but much smaller. Vengeance isn’t an MC exactly, but for those of us who ride, we had leathers made a few years back.
Kratos holds it out for her without offering her an answer to her question, and while I can see that it annoys her to be ignored, she still relents and slips her arm into one hole and then the other before he pulls it up to sit on her back for her. She pulls her hair free from where it got trapped underneath, and with a hand on her shoulder, he spins her around to lace up the front for her.
She bats his hands away, and he pauses to look down at her as if she is merely an unruly child.
“I can lace my own damn vest. How about you answer my question instead, daddy.” She says with so much sass even Kratos seems momentarily surprised by it as his eyes widen.
“Yes, I own the shop.” He says as he pushes her hands away to continue lacing them, ignoring her protests. “And if you want a tattoo, you will drop the attitude and be a good girl.” He finishes lacing her up and grabs her chin, pushing her head back until she’s looking up at him.
Even across the room, I can see her pupils blow wide. I’m not sure if it's from the manhandling or the fact that he told her to be a good girl, but I couldn't care less. Just like when they were dancing at the party, they have a magnetic pull when they’re together, and I have to adjust how I sit in hopes that it’s not obvious just how much I enjoy seeing them like this.
“Understand, Killer?” He asks in a low, husky voice that I know she will melt for. I’ve noticed she loves the deeper tones, the whispered breaths; it's one of the reasons I keep teasing her like that.
She lets out a whimper in response, and it goes straight to my cock. Kratos steps into her space, and it’s not easy to miss that she has the same effect on him as he presses up against her.
“We talked about this Doll, words remember.” I say before I can help myself, I don’t think that Kratos would take advantage of her but still, better safe than sorry.
Her eyes dart over to me. I would have thought she had forgotten I was here with how much attention she was getting from Kratos, but as she looks at me, I know she didn’t. Her eyes trace down my body before stopping at the now very obvious bulge before she looks back at Kratos again.
I can see her throat working as she swallows, her head tilted so far up that every bit of her neck is displayed. I want to wrap my hand around it and hear the noises she makes for me. I bet she wouldn't mind putting on a show for Kratos.
“I understand, Daddy.” She says softly, and I’m unsure if it's on purpose or as a taunt to Kratos. He takes a deep breath, and I can hear the low rumble in his chest from here as he pulls himself together, before dropping her chin and taking a step back.
Her eyes run the length of his body, just like they did mine a moment ago. He makes no move to adjust or attempt to hide the effect she so clearly had on him. Her eyes light up, and a cocky smile lights up her face when she notices.
“What are you still doing here, Zander? I gave you an order. It wasn't a suggestion.” Kratos spits at me as he turns toward where I still sit in the chair with a front-row seat.
“And miss this show?” I wave my finger in their general direction. “I think not.” I push out of the chair nonetheless and head over to Jade before I wrap her in my arms and plant a kiss on her forehead.
“I’ll see you later tonight, Doll. Be good.” I say before I shrug. “Or don’t either way.” I feel her laugh against my chest, and I can feel Kratos’s eyes as he all but burns a hole in my skull at the comment.
I leave the office and head down to find Dom stocking the bar for tonight. I sit on one of the stools and tell him what Kratos said. A few minutes later, we hear his office door close, and we both look up to see them walking down the glass hallway. Jade is talking about a mile a minute about something, her hands gesturing around like crazy with a smile on her face. Kratos walks beside her, and even from here, I can see the smile on his face. He did a pretty good job of keeping it in check earlier, only letting the tiniest bit show, but I can see it. He’s just as fucked as I am. It’s all over his face.
“Wow, she must be something if she’s gotten to the boss.” Dom comments as he watches them.
“Yeah, she sure is.” I say, and I’ll be damned if I don’t have the same stupid ass smile on my face as I watch them together.
Zander texts us in the group chat to let us know that Kratos moved the meeting to nine. He didn’t give us an explanation, but I don’t question it, and neither does Rick.
I’ve been in the library since late last night. I meant to go to bed when Zander and Jade left, but I still needed to go through the feeds from the station before the meeting and get it handled. With my search for answers on Jade, I had pushed that to the back burner, and now I can’t push it anymore.
Whoever wiped the camera outside the holding cell did a good job, meaning they must know their stuff. Too bad I know more.
It took a while, but I should have the whole video downloaded in about two more minutes. I know the orders were to get rid of it, and I will, but I’ll be damned if I don't at least see it first. Then, if it has nothing to do with Jade, it can go right back to the abyss.
It sounds dumb to go through all of this for the possibility that I could link this to her, but every day that passes just makes me more desperate for answers.
The only problem is I don’t know what side I’m on anymore. Before last night, I wanted this to be connected to her. I wanted her to go down just like I promised her she would. But after seeing her raw and torn apart last night, I almost want to be wrong. Not enough that I can turn a blind eye if I’m right, and not enough to stop digging, but I’m no longer sure I’ll enjoy being right.
Fuck!
I can’t let emotions into this, I just have to deal with the facts, and we can go from there.
My computer beeps and pulls my attention back to the screen, letting me know that the video is complete. I drag it over to the bar with every other video from that night lined up in order.
I put my earbuds in before I sit back and press play. The video doesn’t have sound, but they work great as earplugs to keep me focused.
