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Let’s see what you got. I rev my engine again, and the light turns green. I hold my brake, revving the engine, creating smoke, and let go, speeding down the deserted street. All you hear is the purr of my bike and the low rumble of her engine. She’s winning until we hit a turn, and I speed up, hitting the turn at the perfect precision. Her back end drifts a little, but she catches up quickly. Again, we are neck and neck just as her house gates come into view. I punch it. The gates are getting closer and closer.
Her house illuminates in the distance. I see the gates are open; just when I think about punching it again, I let off the throttle, and all I hear is a whoop coming from the Jag sliding up the driveway.
26
Demands & Nicknames
-Jade-
Yes, I fucking win mother fuckers. But now is not the time to celebrate. The Doc is here waiting for us. We tried to keep Dario talking, but it was useless; the most we got out of him was a lot of grunting to let us know he was still with us. He lost so much blood, and all color has drained from his face. He better pull through, so help me, god, I will slaughter anyone who tries to hurt my kings.My Kings. There it is again. They have such a hold on me sometimes I feel like I’m drowning in them, but then they make me feel like I’m free, that I’m not this woman who was brutally raped and mutilated. They like my imperfections. I still need to tell them what happened. Would they look at me differently after knowing the full story?
Spade and Jameson got Dario into the house and placed himon my dining room table. He’s shivering, so I grab a blanket from the couch and gently place it on him. He grabs my wrist, bringing it to his lips. Smiling at him, I push the hair from his brow, kissing his forehead. The Doc gets to work, and I stand there watching, holding his hand through it all. Spade and Jameson went back outside, making phone calls and looking over the damage to my car. I hope they don’t notice their bikes.
Dario has been in and out of consciousness while the Doc works on him. Mumbling incoherently at moments and apologizing about I don’t know what. He turned his head towards me, and those bi-colored blue and green eyes locked with mine.God, he’s beautiful. Those eyes keep a thousand secrets but sparkle when he looks at me. Me.
“K-Kitten, I don’t feel so good,” he groans.
Taking my hand from his, I cup his face and kiss him softly. He returns the kiss only to whisper.
“I’m sorry Jade, I love you.” he takes a deep breath, shutting his eyes.
“Dario Roselli, don’t you dare shut your fucking eyes after telling me you love me!” I cry, holding his hand and laying my head on his chest. I can still hear his heart beating slowly, but it’s beating.
The boys step in as the Doc finishes up. Wiping my eyes, I excuse myself for a shower after kissing Dario’s hand and letting them know Dario can be carried to my room and he is to recover in my bed. Spade lets me know the twins picked up D’mitri, and Jameson will see if any cameras in the area can pinpoint who the shooters are—taking a deep breath, trying to keep it together. This lifestyle isn’t for the faint-hearted. I’ve seen many people close to me lose their lives. But Dario, he’s dug his way into my heart. They all have, and I won’t be okay until his bi-colored eyes open again, calling me his Kitten. I sniffle as I head upstairs fora shower. I need Dario to be resting in my bed by the time I’m done, so I can cash in on my winnings from Spade’s little bet.
After getting cleaned up in the shower, I step out to a figure leaning against my sink, arm folded across his chest.
“Babygirl, I need to check your shoulder and pelvis and put some antibacterial cream on them so they don’t get infected. So before you get dressed, meet me downstairs by the bar and I’ll get you sorted.” He kisses my head as I nod.
“Is Dario situated in my bed? His vitals good?” giving him a pointed look.
“Yes, it was a bitch getting him up here, but he’s asleep in your bed. Doc said he’s going to need to rest. He lost a lot of blood, rest with fluids through the IV, and round-the-clock pain meds will have him better in no time. Also, no fighting for six weeks.” He sighs, running his hand through his hair. We look at each other and laugh because we both know he will never listen to that stipulation in his recovery.
We leave the bathroom, and I head for my closet to find something to put on. Spade checks on Dario and leaves the room.
Glancing over at my bed, the color has regained in his face. He looks so peaceful. I can’t wait to climb into bed with him and watch him sleep.He said he loved me; did he mean it? Or was he scared? I don’t want to bring it up to him. I’m not ready to admit my feelings for him with words. We need more time together. Do I care immensely for him? I do! But love? After what I’ve been through with D’mitri, I don’t know if I can let anyone else fully in. I need a day of peace to figure shit out. I really need to be fucked six ways to Sunday and sleep for days. Then, I can properly think of the next step in all of this. There’s still the meeting with Flynn, the shit with the Triads, D’mitri killing Amelia, the rumor that my mother was murdered andmy whole life has been a lie; then we have the fucks who shot at us! Everything is a complete mess. Ugh.
Grabbing a tank top and booty shorts, I get dressed and head for the bar. One last glance at Dario, making sure his chest is moving.He’s still breathing.I take the elevator to the second floor.
I gasped, biting my bottom lip, taking a deep breath, and stepping into the room. Both boys have no shirts on. Their bodies are chiseled, Abs for days, but Jameson’s Adonis belt has my thighs rubbing together and my mouth watering.
Spade sees me eye fucking them both and gives me his signature smirk. Shaking my head, I walked over to him. He slides me a double shot. Grabbing it, I toss it back. Spade grabs my hips, lifting me onto the bar top. Stepping between my legs, his body is so warm against mine. I trail my fingers gently up his happy trail, but he wraps his hand around my throat, lifting my chin to look at him.
“Eyes up here baby, let me disinfect you.” He tugs his thumb on my bottom lip.Why does this sound so hot?
“Patch me up, Dr. Spade. I’m all yours,” I tease, wrapping my legs around him. Jameson laughs. “Dr. Spade?” He lifts a brow at me.Holy shit, he can speak without me wanting to throat-punch him.
“I told her she can call me Daddy but apparently that’s Ri.”
“Because it’s true; now disinfect me so I can cash in on our bet.”
“One thing at a time, Babygirl. You will get your fix. Have you decided what you want?”
I grin at him. “Fuck yes I did, you sir, will watch and you,” I point at Jameson.
“You’re going to finish what we started earlier. I’m not going to sleep until I cum hard all over your cock.” His brows hit his forehead at my forwardness, but I don’t care. I will take whatthe fuck I want, and I won the bet fair and square. No one says anything about my wants and needs. That is usually Rio; he always wants to please me. I wonder if he’s okay. Spade notices my brows furrowed and deep in thought; it’s like he can read my mind.
“He’s fine, Doc said he’s going to be out for awhile due to the drugs he administered. The bullet didn’t hit an artery nor did it leave any damage. Just chill out. I’m almost done with your shoulder. Didn’t I tell you not to get dressed?” I raise my brow at him
