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Sister? Sister? What the fuck, is this boy batshit or something.His grasp on my shoulders tightened to the point of pain. I try to wiggle him off, and he releases me only to wrap his hand around my throat, lifting me from the ground. He squeezes, and I scratch at his wrists, drawing blood, but that does nothing. He spits in my face. Throwing me again to the ground hard. I land on my bad shoulder, hitting my head on the side of my end table.
“That’s where you belong, beneath me, beneath us. It’s going to be so much fun destroying you and your little club.” He spits again, shaking his head. I grab the gun that’s holstered underneath the end table.
“Not if I kill you first,” I smirked.
BANG, BANG.
34
Dirty Kitten
-Dario-
It’s been three weeks since Jade shot Jameson in the neck, nearly killing him. Spade and I were pacing the front lawn when we heard the shots ring. We didn’t expect to walk into the house, and find Jade holding the gun with blood splattered all over her face, eyes wild, let alone Jameson falling onto the couch, blood leaking from his neck. Luckily, the twins were able to disarm Jade, and Doc could stitch up his neck while Spade pumped air through his lungs. Unfortunately, he needed serious medical attention, and we were left with no choice but to have him airlifted to Whitestone General Hospital. Jade was sedated before the airlift even got to her house. She was out for his blood. I don’t know what he said or did to her to cause her to becomeferal with all of us, but the twins made the executive decision to put her down before everyone ended up dead.
We had to grease a lot of pockets that evening. We didn’t want law enforcement sniffing around, so the club took care of that. Flynn O’Patrick also had a hand in cleaning this mess up. Jameson was touch and go for a while. Senator Dalton, the piece of shit, put him in a medically induced coma to regain his strength and heal. Which I will admit worked. They removed the meds from his IV last night, so we are just waiting for him to wake up on his own. It’s been the longest, most stressful three weeks. Jade will not speak to us; Jameson is in the hospital. El Hefe has sent Spade on jobs, and when he comes home from them, he’s a shell of a person. The nightmares are getting worse. He’s retreating into the darkness. I feel like everything is crumbling; everyone is falling apart.
I should have never walked out on her. But my emotions over my best friend and finding out the father of the girl I’m in love with sanctioned the hit was catastrophic. I didn’t know how to feel or what to do. All we ever wanted to do was avenge our best friend’s murder. I didn’t expect to fall in love with Jade; it wasn’t my intention but fuck.
The club has been on complete lockdown since this went down. Big John, the DC president, has been a ghost. I’m assuming Jade called in a favor to O’Patrick to hide her father from us. She knew we would kill him, whether she liked it or not. He needs to die. Not only because of the sanction, but he broke his own club rule, but according to the twins, it was “An eye for an eye.” Amelia was the last living female in the Bratva family. Same as Jade. This is all too fucked up. We should have stayed and discussed what to do. Aleksandr & Konstantin have been MIA, but I have a feeling the twins have them somewhere, and at this point, I don’t care. I would have done the same thing for my girl.
God, I miss her; I’ve seen her in the halls, looking sad and just not herself. That fire in her eyes is gone. Fuck this; I grab my phone off my desk, shooting her text; fingers crossed she actually answers.
Dario:..
Fuck, do I call her Kitten? Jade? Why am I so nervous to text her?It’s the rejection, the fear of never being able to touch, kiss, and smell her ever again. Come on, man up, your fucking Dario Roselli! Stop being a little bitch.
Dario: Kitten, you there?
She’s not going to answer me. She hates us now. She despises the fact that we left her high and dry over something that was out of her control. It wasn’t her fault. I need to say my peace. I need to apologize and explain my actions. Sighing out of frustration, I climb out of my bed and walk over to Spade’s desk, grabbing a joint from the top drawer. I need something to take the edge off since there haven’t been any fights. I haven’t been able to let out my rage. Sparking this bitch to life, I take a deep pull, holding it and exhaling. I walk back over to my side of the room and sit on the edge of my bed. I was taking another pull from the joint, and my phone dings. Grabbing it off my nightstand, I see it’s her.
Fuck yes, Finally.
Little Minx: What do you want, Dario?
I deserve that. The ice Princess has arrived.
Dario: How are you?
Really bro? How are you? What the fuck. Is there a pussy between your legs all of a sudden?
Little Minx: Really, you’re texting me to askme how I am? Fuck off dickhead.
Dario: Na, Fuck that. We need to talk.
Oh, look, you found your balls bitch boy.
Little Minx: So talk.
Dario: In person. Where are you?
Little Minx: Come find me!
Dario: Can I get a hint?
Little Minx: I’m at the academy.
Dario: You don’t play fair, Kitten.
