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“Artemis. She needs to strike a blow for Sin. A woman must take Rouse down. I’ll back her up.”
“I’m coming.”
Manny spun around, looking at Jett’s face. Inside, Manny acknowledged the pain his brother suffered at what he’d just heard, but Manny was furious. Jett needed to pull his head out of his fuckin’ ass and take a good look at the girl they both desired.
“You’re not wanted, Sin informed me,” Manny hissed.
Jett paled further, and a mulish expression crossed his face.
“Sin’s mine, I claimed her.”
“Don’t give a fuck, you get me, prospect? Told you to get your shit straight, or I’d be banging in a claim. I like pussy, like Sin more, girl’s class. You want that type of special in your bed, any man does. That woman has choices. I’m letting Sin know she got options. You don’t fuckin’ listen,” Manny snarled at Jett.
“I said Sin’s mine,” Jett replied.
Manny leaned into Jett’s face. “Then, for the last time, stop laying down the law and start listening to Sin and reading signs. Got your head so far up your ass, prospect, you think you’re all that. Look at Drake and Ace. Learn a lesson. You don’t, I’ll get in before you do, and you lose her. I’ll treat Sin like the precious thing she is.” Manny spun on his heel and left.
“Claimed Sin first,” Jett yelled at Manny’s back.
“You and Manny are acting like Sinclair’s a bone to chew over. Manny’s right, the girl is class pussy. You get sweet and clean in your bed, prospect, and you’ll live a good life. Keep doing what you’re doing, and you’ll lose Sin and be screwing sour and dirty for the rest of your life. Start looking out for your woman and remove your head from your ass,” Drake told Jett, following Manny from the shop.
Sin
Three days later, I glared at Jett as he pulled into a parking space outside the shop. He’d turned up at nine o’clock at the house and let himself in. Which meant that Reid had given Jett a key. We’d quarrelled before Jett gently yanked me out of bed and into the shower. Something was bugging him, and I could tell Jett was based on a precipice. Honestly, I was wondering how far I could push.
Turned out not to be that far. Jett threatened to wash me himself, and grumbling, I got in before Jett could make good on his threat. Jett was pacing outside my bathroom door when I emerged with a towel wrapped around me. In firm tones, Jett demanded I get dressed and meet him downstairs in ten minutes, or he’d dress me himself.
Beyond furious, which was good, considering I’d alternated between fear, horror, shame, and pure terror for the last few days, I considered calling the police. But I had some idea of what was going on. Three nights ago, Reid had come home looking shell-shocked and had treated me with kid gloves. Reid stopped his insistence that I leave the house and accompany him to work. Jett had hovered all weekend, alternating between solicitous and cajoling.
Between the two of them, they’d pampered and spoilt me. I’d shot Manny several texts asking what he had told them, and the damn man kept ducking me. A gut feeling suggested Manny had said something, but when I dialled Manny’s phone, it rang out. I’d pin Manny down if it was the last thing I did.
Once dressed, Jett bundled me out of the house and into a truck. He’d strapped me in despite my constant questions and then drove off, which led us here and now. Sat outside the shop on Monday morning. I sent Jett a look that should hopefully make his balls shrivel up and die, and Jett returned a shit-eating grin. Jett turned in his seat towards me and slung an arm around my shoulders, dragging me closer. Jett gazed into my eyes, and I swallowed. He raised his hand and gently brushed a knuckle down my face, and Jett’s smile faded into a serious expression.
“Sin, I know, babe, the bruises, the fingers. Manny told me,” Jett whispered, and I stiffened in his embrace.
“Manny had no right,” I muttered and dropped my head. A gentle but insistent finger tilted my chin back up, and I stared at Jett.
“Manny had every right. Sweetheart, how could you think you’re dirty? You are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen. Quiet and shy, but with a fire that burns deep inside, baby, I’ve witnessed it in your eyes. That fucker won’t ever darken your life again. Rouse paid a hard price for attacking you. Now we understand what Rouse attempted; that fucker won’t walk again.”
I shuddered under his words.
“Don’t want anyone to get into trouble,” I muttered, ignoring the first stuff he’d said.
“Claimed you, Sin. Get you don’t know what that means in full, but let me tell you what it means when a man like me claims a woman. It means no fucker lays a hand on you and walks away free, he bleeds and suffers, and I have your back. This means that you don’t live in fear, Sin and that you feel safe.” Jett leaned forward to make sure I got his point.
“This claiming? Does it mean that I’m your possession? Because I don’t like that idea,” I told Jett, searching his face for something, but I didn’t know what.
Jett’s eyes crinkled, and he smiled.
“No, it means that you’re mine. And I get to look after you, ensure you’re happy. Break my back, making sure that you have anything and everything you need.”
Okay! I thought about that, not realising that Jett was watching my face carefully.
“What do you get out of it?”
“You, I get beauty in my life,” Jett said, and damn it, wow. Jett believed I was beautiful.
“All I seemed to have done is cause you trouble. You’re speaking of hurting someone, making them bleed.” I watched as Jett’s expression closed off. “You’re not going to just hurt him, are you?” I whispered, realisation suddenly hitting me.
