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“Don’t ever talk about my dead mother, or I’ll cut your fucking tongue out. Please take this as your last warning, or next time; I’ll slice you from ear to ear and send you home to your pastor daddy in pieces.”
“NOW. GET. UP. AND. FUCK. OFF.” I shove her to the ground. Someone grabs me from behind, and I spin so quickly, slicing the side of his neck.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I growl.Shit, I cut Spade, Fuck.
“Spade, Don’t run up on me like that. Especially when I’m like this,” I say as calmly as I can manage; still, with the knife to his throat, he grabs me tighter.
“Babygirl. You can cut me anytime you want; that was hot.” He chuckles into my neck, kissing behind my ear.
“Threatening to cut a bitch up got my dick so hard for you. If it ever comes to that, we will do it together.” His eyes meet mine, and I know he’s serious as fuck.
Welp that took a turn I didn’t expect.
“Let’s go, Babygirl, time to get you home,” He whispers, grabbing my hand; I stop him to place the knife back into my boot. I look up and give him a nod that I’m ready.
Climbing on the bike and wrapping myself around him, we take off into the night. As mad as I was with him, beating Lexi’s ass made me feel better. He made me feel things I’ve never felt before.
If I find out I am just a game to him, I will not hesitate to slice his fucking throat and send his eyeballs to good ol’ El Hefe.
11
Disappointments & Bad Memories
-Jade-
Arriving home in a somber mood. Spade dropped me off with a kiss on the cheek and raced into the night. Did I have a great night? I did, I won’t deny that. But the end of it left me questioning everything. It bothers me that our night was cut short. I also wonder who texted him. I swear to god, if it were another female, I would become a nun. Laying in my bed pondering over this situation, my phone goes off.
Devil Incarnate: Don’t think I didn’t hear about your stunt tonight at the races, you know, the ones you’re forbidden from.
Jade: Why are you texting me on some bullshit. It’s late, and I don’t have the time or theenergy to fucking deal with you tonight.
Devil Incarnate: Tisk Tisk Little Sweetbottom, You know the rules. Do I need to let Big John in on your whereabouts tonight?
Jade: D…really. I’m at school, away from club life. I still wear my cut to represent us. Now stop giving me shit. I’ll do wtf I want to do away from home. Now, FUCK OFF.
Devil Incarnate: You know the rules about fighting. The catfight was hot. I stroked my dick to it about three times tonight. I’ll be seeing you soon, Fallon. Remember who you belong to.
Jade: FUCK YOU.
Slamming down my phone, I scream into my pillow. I need to put him down, or I’ll never get away from him. He smothers me like a child. It’s exasperating. He’s been like this since day one. It’s progressively worsened over the last couple of years since Ireland. Constantly marking me, claiming me, and ensuring no one talks to or looks at me. But it’s okay for him to stick his dick in whomever he wants. Nope, that’s not how this fucking shit works. I’ll continue to do me; if my hand is forced, I’ll put him down. I’ve had about enough of him and his possessive ways. I’m nothing to him. I’m not his girlfriend or his old lady. He needs to back the fuck off.
Trying to calm down because tonight’s end has been a shit show. I scroll on TikTok and see another of Jameson’s father’s rally videos. The State’s Senator looks cruel and chills me when he makes eye contact with the camera. It sends shivers up myspine like he can see me. I close the phone, pop some sleeping meds, and drift off.
Waking up the following day, I’m still in a shit fucking mood. Classes start today. I am not in the mood for people. Getting out of bed, I reach for my phone to see if I have any messages, which I do.
Unknown: We need to meet before classes.
Jade: Who the fuck is this?
Unknown: Jameson, You Twit.
This mother fucker.
Jade: How the fuck am I supposed to know, Asshole. You randomly text me without letting me know who the fuck you are.
ASSHOLE: BOO FRICKIN HOO. CRY ME A RIVER, MEET ME AT THE END OF THE CORRIDOR TEN MINUTES BEFORE CLASS. I’LL BE WAITING.
Jade: Why? I don’t fucking know you or like you, for that matter. So why would I meet with you?
