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CHAPTER22
JOSEPHINE
“What do you mean you’re leaving?” I ask staring at my brother after him dropping one hell of a bomb on me. All this time, I’ve thought he was in the Marines, and instead, he’s been working with a group of some kind that’s like black ops.
“Told you, I’ve got to get back to work,” Jamie grunts, crosses his arms, and gives me that annoyed look I’ve known him to get all his life when he’s frustrated with me.
“Yeah, I get that, but you seriously just told me you’ve been lying for years about what you do, and now you’ve told me, why?” I snap, taking on a stance of my own against him. I’m mad at him for lying to me for so long about what he does for a living. I’ve feared for him for years, and now knowing he’s been doing something completely different; it scares me even more. It also confuses me because why would he tell me something now when he hasn’t in the past?
“Because you’re with Scythe,” he answers like that was all he had to say.
“What does that have to do with anything?” I demand, not understanding what my being with Scythe has to do with anything. Mine and Scythe’s relationship is not something I believe is anyone else’s business, either. Not when I don’t understand it fully.
This morning I woke up with the worst headache ever and, if I’m not mistaken, all of my missing memories. I remember getting chocolates at the salon, calling him and hearing moans through the phone while talking to him. Just the thought of the memory hurts my heart and confounds me all at the same time. I mean, if Scythe and I are an item, why would he bring another woman to his room? Even more, why answer the phone while with them?
I don’t know the boundaries of what we have, but I know me, and I wouldn’t be with someone who would cheat. Scythe doesn’t give me those vibes. Not in the least.
Sure, he’s dominating and controlling when it comes to a lot of things, especially sex, but he’s also caring. After our time at the cabin, he’d wrecked any barriers I was trying to keep between the two of us. He’d given me some mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasms that rocked my world, then after, he sat us in a remarkable tub where he soothed my aching body.
Since then, he’s demonstrated how many ways he can take me, including tying me to his bed. That night was something I’ll never forget. Then last night he brought toys into the mix. Never did I think I’d be turned as much as I was, but he used nipple clamps, blindfolded me, and cuffed my hands over my head. The whole experience was amazing and left me longing for him in every way you can desire a man. Once he was done, he held me close, letting me know what I meant to him without using words.
I’ve learned he’s not a man who shares secrets or emotions easily. Instead, if he wants you to know something about how he feels, he’ll show rather than use words. This is totally fine with me.
But I do need to talk to him, find out about the conversation we’d been having over the phone and why I heard moans.
“You being with Scythe means you’ll hear things, find out about things. I don’t know what all that will be, but considering I work with Scythe and Styxx’s cousin, he’s given the okay for you to know. That doesn’t mean you go blabbing shit to your girls or Mom and Dad,” Jamie grumbles, pulling me out of thoughts of Scythe. “Do you understand?”
Blinking at him, I take a moment to let what he said sink in and roll my eyes. “You know I’m not going to blab. That’s not me.”
“And that’s another reason you were given the okay to know what I actually do for a living.” Smirking, he shakes his head. “Seriously though, I didn’t keep it a secret for no reason, JoJo. What I do is dangerous, and the more people who know, the more who can find out, and I can’t have that. We need the secrecy to be able to do our jobs without being detected.”
“I can understand that.”
“Good, now be good, and don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone. Also, don’t let Mom and Dad drive you nuts either.” He chuckles and pulls me in for a hug. “You might also want to tell your man you’ve got your memories back.”
I whip my head back and stare at my brother with wide eyes. “How do you know?”
“Remember, I’ve known you since you were born. You’ve got a shit poker face and I know when something’s bugging you,” he answers and shrugs. “Talk to Scythe and tell him. Let him help you, and for god’s sake, if you know who caused all this, tell him so this shit can be dealt with.”
“But I don’t know who did this.” This is true because I don’t. That part is still fuzzy.
“That could be a problem.” Jamie grunts and lets me go. “Regardless, talk to him.”
“Okay.” I nod and smile. “Text or call me later.” I step back and wag my finger at him. “Now that I know you’ll always have a phone on, I expect you to keep in touch more often than you have in the past.”
“Will do, Jos, now be good.” Leaving me standing there, Jamie turns and heads out of the clubhouse.
I sigh and glance around the room and decide to go into the kitchen to see if I can’t put my mind off other things for the time being. With Scythe dealing with things with his brothers out of the clubhouse, I’m left alone. The club decided yesterday to lift the lockdown on us, but I haven’t gone out, but the others did. They all had things to do, and I don’t blame them for getting out of there. It can be stifling as hell not being about to go anywhere.
I should be going to the salon and getting some work done there. It’s been long enough, though I know I don’t have anything to worry about with my mom helping out. I’m just not ready yet. I could probably use some wind therapy. Unfortunately, my four-wheeler and dirt bike are at my house, and I don’t want to leave the clubhouse to get either of them.
Maybe I’m just nervous after being drugged and having lost my memories. It’s why I decide to make something in the kitchen. It’ll help pass the time until Scythe gets here, and I can talk to him. This also gets me away from the glaring stares of the pocket pussies. I get they’re pissy because Scythe is off the market and not wanting their services anymore. I’ve already heard several of them bitching to know they’re, and I quote, ‘Sick of bitches coming in and taking what’s theirs.’ Like they have a claim. I call bullshit.
I’m not about to listen to them. Not now. Not ever.
* * *
Over four hours pass and Scythe still isn’t back. I’ve already baked several batches of cookies. Chocolate chip. Peanut butter blossoms. Oatmeal.All smelling delicious. I even put a lasagna in the oven to bake while I prepare spaghetti. I’ve also put together a salad and have garlic bread ready to go in the oven when the time is right.
