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Me: Roger that.
I exit the thread and place my phone on my bed. The bathroom door opens, and steam billows out.
“Hello Lover, did you miss me?” I stand there stunned. How the fuck did she get in? Better yet, why is she here? What the hell is going on?
“Marsela, why are you here? And why the fuck are you taking a shower in my bathroom?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“Well, if you must know, I was sent here since I’m next in line to take over my family’s business,” she says in a sickly sweet tone. She unwraps her long straight black hair from the towel, combing it out with her long, skinny fingers. She drops her towel, and I clear my throat. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her naked, hell, I’ve been inside this woman more times than I can count. She’s gorgeous and she comes from power. She’s the soon to be Albanian Mafia queen AKA untouchable, and her family has worked closely with my family for generations. Our fathers have decided they want us to marry and make a male heir. What I don’t understand is, even after said child turns thirteen, Marsela is still untouchable. So why my father wants me to marry her, makes zero sense. I can’t even think about this shit right now. There are more important things to deal with, like, where the fuck is Spade?
“Get dressed Marsela, and get the fuck out of my room. You are not welcome here,” I threaten, but it reaches deaf ears.
“Oh, Lover. I don’t care if I’m not welcome. I’m here, and I’m going nowhere; so deal with it.” I grab her by the neck, squeezing, not giving a flying fuck that she’s naked.
“You will stay out of my fucking way. Now leave!” I toss her away. She grabs the discarded towel, wrapping herself, and then pushes me from behind. I spin around and growl.
“Remember who the fuck I am, Dario. Take this as a warning! Just because you are to become my husband, doesn’t mean I’ll obey on my knees for you. I’m higher in power, so you will be the one on your knees licking my feet like the good dog you are!” I laugh, because regardless of what she thinks, or what our fathers have planned, her and I, will never ever fucking happen.
“Oh, Marsela, Marsela, Marsela.” Taking my pointer finger to my chin, I look at her with a grin.
“There’s only one woman in this world I’ll ever get on my knees for, and you will never be her.” Walking over to the door, I open it and motion for her to get out.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” Jameson says, walking into my room in a hurry. Jesus Christ, where the fuck is Spade?
“She was just leaving,” I answer. Except, the bitch just lays on my bed, wrapped in a towel, putting her wet hair all over my pillow.
“Looks like she’s making herself real comfortable,” he chuckles. I rub my hand over my face. I’m too tired for this shit.
“Jameson, why are you here? I ask.
“We need to go. Blood Queen is heading towards Brimstone, and she’s not answering her phone.”
“Blood Queen?” Is he talking about Jade?
“Yes, my Blood Queen! I pierced her little pink clit last night and it has a tracker in it. You’re welcome, by the way.” I eye him for a split second and swing on the prick. My fist connects with his jaw, blood spraying from his mouth, and his neck snaps to the left. He just looks back at me with a sinister smile.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Jameson? Marsela, get the fuck out before I remove you. This is none of your concern.” She just stares between the two of us.
“Well, she basically asked me to, and it was fucking hot. Our girl loves pain even more than pleasure, but we need to go. I don’t know what’s in Brimstone, and I want to make sure she’s okay.” He spits blood onto the floor while checking his phone.
“We need to leave now. She’s at the dungeon.”
“Who is Blood Queen? Also, I’m not leaving until I’m ready, so go do what you need to do. I’ll be here when you get back.” Marsela states. I pinch the top of my nose because we seriously don’t have time for this shit. Walking over to my desk, I grab paper and a pen to scribble down a note for Spade.
“Fine. Marsela, give this to Spade when he gets back and have him call me.” I hand her the note, grab a black hoodie, and head out of the suite with Jameson on my heels.
“We will take my car,” Jameson states, and I nod. I have a bad feeling about tonight. First Spade being MIA and now Jade’s off at the Dungeon. I’m not sure she realizes that place is more than just a bar with fighting cages. Someone of power could see her there, lock her in those cages, and we will never see her again. That place is the easiest and fastest for the trafficking fucks to snatch girls up. We make it to the parking garage quickly, hopping in Jameson’s all black Lamborghini Urus. He starts the engine, and she purrs like a kitten. He puts her in reverse, then takes off like a bat out of hell. The ride isn’t that long to Brimstone. I’m still reeling from the fact that Marsela showed up in my room, fucking naked. Spade is missing, or off somewhere doing God knows what, which is not like him. Then, we have the asshole next to me humming 2000’s pop music like a psycho.
Why didn’t Jade just call me to fight? I have no problem letting her hit me and getting all that anger out. Instead, she ran. She made me leave. I made a promise to her to never leave, but she doesn’t get to run from us. I want her to just listen, let us explain that night so many years ago. Fuck, it feels like we are running out of time. Like there is an imaginary clock over our heads, ticking and ticking. I just want to go back to the morning we laid our girl out on the table again, and mark her all over.
I should just put a baby in her. But, am I really ready to be a dad? Fuck no! I would rather enjoy my girl, ride this train to god knows where with her, and deal with whatever comes our way.
Jameson clears his throat. “We’re here, brother. Let’s go get our girl.” I nod. Getting out of the car, we walk across the lot to the entrance. Jameson pulls the door open, and we are hit with a crowd of people yelling and screaming, but all we can hear is skin hitting skin. As we get closer, I damn near lose my fucking mind. Jade is in the cage, fighting a man twice her size.
Bet, little minx.
11
Crash & Burn
