Chapter 18
Chapter
Eighteen
BASS
I drove straight home to the beach house after that little spectacle Jade caused in the middle of the track field on Monday, acting as if she had a say in who she could date. All fucking week, every chance I’ve gotten which have been few since she’s managed to avoid me, I’ve made it my goal to remind her who it is that she wants and if she’s going to go out with anyone it’s going to be me. I swear my baby is clueless sometimes. Jade’s mine and only mine, she needs to get that through that gorgeous thick head of hers before heads start fucking rolling, and I don’t mean hers or mine, but of that fucker Liam Walker and any other crazy bastard who dares to make a move on her. I’ve decided to stake my claim. It’s about damn time everyone at the academy understood that Jade Wolfe belongs to me, even if she’s late in the game, and I will be doing just that tomorrow night when she goes on that little date with the soon to be dead bastard.
It’s fucking Thursday, so first, it’s off to see the old man.
“Today's meeting is slightly different, son. With Wesley gone, there’s going to be a shift in the way we do business,” his crass tone shows that he’s been contemplating making his move for quite some time. Although my father’s relationship with the dead asshole went beyond just business, I know deep down he wanted Wesley out of his way. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d planned to take over, were the bastard not already dead.
“All of a sudden we are going clean father,” I sneer, mocking him, “Are you going to tell me you’ve suddenly found you had a soul and are going to dedicate your work to helping the poor and saving the whales.”
“Funny son, glad to see your sense of humor has improved in recent days. You’ve seemed less robotic in the last few weeks.” My mouth twitches in anger as I hear his silent insinuation.
“Yeah well I guess Wesley’s death was more significant than we all thought.”
“That it was son. If I’m not mistaken you’ve found a new, might I be as bold as to say, toy.” His smile proves he isn’t asking but more insinuating.
“Stay away from her father,”
“Is that a warning?” he asks amused.
“More of a heads up, that goes for your lackey’s as well. You’ve been out of town for some time so I haven’t had the pleasure of relaying the message. Kane Dalton better keep his filthy paws off of her.”
“Ahh yes, I hear Mr. Dalton is quite taken with the girl. However, I see now he isn’t the only one. Might I remind you son, you have a duty to this family, to me, so I will allow you to have your fun, but don’t forget where your loyalties lie. I would hate for something unexpected to befall the poor child. I hear she’s already been through so much.”
“You son of a bitch,” I shout, rushing toward him, but immediately freeze before my fist connects with his jaw. I feel a cold barrel pressed against my abdomen, as my father’s lifeless, steel blue eyes stare directly into my monochromatic gray ones brimmed with rage. “Wow, really pulling a gun on your son, father?”
“Enough, I’ve allowed this to go too far. You will respect me, you ungrateful swine. I am your father, and you owe me everything. Don’t you dare forget it. You don’t want to have me as an enemy Sebastian. If you thought Wesley was evil, if you fear Dalton and The Order, you have no idea what lengths your old man will go to, to ensure that this family, the Silver name, remains at the top.”
“I can see now the lengths you’re willing to go to father.”
“And don’t you forget it. Now, have a seat, let's try this once more, and this time try to be civil.”
“This time don’t pull a fucking gun on me.”
“Oh please, it’s not even loaded,” he says, though I’m not sure I believe him.
“Are you going to tell me why your little whore is causing this family so much trouble? Care to explain what the fuck that Wolf girl was doing meeting with Kane?"
“Bass what the fuck?!” Ace calls out, his voice muffled by the sound of my fist hitting the wall. I’ve been relentlessly throwing punches against the wall of my bedroom for twenty minutes, blood dripping down from the gashes along my knuckles, puddling on the hardwood floor. I ignore Ace while he continues to shout, phrases I cannot make out, the ringing sounds in my ears making it too hard to focus on what he’s saying.
What. Fuck. Think. Doing.
His arms suddenly wrap around my waist as he tackles me down onto the floor, falling on top of me and landing a fist straight across my jaw. Son of a bitch.
“Snap the fuck out of it Sebastian!” he shouts out, his eyes glazed with fury, and subtly tinted with worry. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I push him off of me with ease, the adrenaline coursing through my veins making it impossible for him to stop me. Quickly I jump to my feet, walk over to the restroom connected to my bedroom, and turn on the shower head climbing in clothes and all, letting the freezing water fall over me. I hate when it consumes me, the anger, the rage, the feeling of fucking helplessness. It’s the only constant thing I feel, the only emotions that overpower my senses, blinding me and throwing me into a fit of fury.
It’s exhausting. I scrub the blood of my knuckles, the ice water burning my wounds as it rubs up against them, but I welcome the pain. It’s a reminder that I’m still here, that all of this isn’t a nightmare, it's my reality.
A twisted, convoluted reality that I can’t escape.
“What’s gotten into you Bass?” Ace asks, his voice no longer threatening but softening, a more melancholic tone audible in his voice. “This isn’t like you.”
Closing my eyes, I let the water rain down my face before turning to face him. He leans back against the vanity, watching me with worried eyes. “This is me Ace. Always angry, dangerously violent. The only time I’m really myself, is in the moments after I see him. That’s when the monster comes out to play, when he overpowers me by sending the weak-willed little boy into hiding like I’m seven years old all over again. When I see him, I become the terrifying beast that is willing to do anything and everything to make sure he is seen.”
Ace shakes his head in disagreement, “No man, that isn’t you brother, not anymore. Not since you met her.”
I throw my head back in laughter, “Please don’t come at me with that bullshit. It may have happened to you, but you and I are vastly different. You for one no longer have the devil knocking at your door. You're free from the shackles, released from the hold he had on you. But I,” I turn off the stream of water, stepping out and grabbing a towel from the counter, “I’m still under another monster's control.”
“What is he threatening you with Bass? Whatever it is, I can help you.”
I smile at his eagerness to help me in this situation, a situation he’s all too familiar with. Though there is nothing he can do. “It’s no use when the time comes he knows I’ll do whatever he asks of me. Because one thing we do have in common, Ace, is that we’re foolishly obvious.”
“I’m not in the mood for a night out Ace,” I grunt, slamming my head back onto the headboard of my bed. The guys stand before me, watching me intently as if I’m going to try and do something stupid.
“Come on Bass, since when?” Alek scoffs, smacking his lips together in an overly annoying manner. “You are the king of a good time.”
“Yeah but now he’s smitten, and all he can think about is snogging the gorgeous blond,” Beck adds, the two of them falling into a fit of laughter at my expense.
“Mock him all you want boys, but when it happens to you, rest assured you won’t be the ones laughing,” Ace interjects, slapping them both on the back of the head. I can’t help the smirk that escapes me at the sight of the two of them being reprimanded like children.
“That’ll never happen to me,” Alek mutters, “Luckily I have no interest in being a one girl kind of man, more of a one stop shop and move onto the next.”
Beck raises his hand in the air, making the three of us glare at him in confusion. “Ditto, this charm isn’t meant to be wasted on just one missus.”
Now it is me who wants to smack the two of them upside the head. My friends are drunk. It’s eight p.m. on a Thursday night and my friends are fucking wasted. So much for taking me out.
“How the hell are we supposed to go anywhere when you two are fucking drunk?”
“Not to worry brother, Ace is as sober as a judge,” Beck slurs, wrapping his arm around Ace.
“What the fuck does that mean Beckett?”
Ace shrugs out from under Beck’s arms, “It means I’m good to drive Bass, besides, we’re only driving out to Killian’s down in Pleasant Hills.”
I shake my head at their stupidity, “Really, Cobra territory, you think that’s smart Ace? With Wesley out of the picture, you don’t know if those guys will warrant the same respect they did for your father.”
Too late I realize what I’ve said, Ace already heading toward me clearly fucking pissed. “He’s not my father Bass, don’t fucking call him that again. As far as I’m concerned I have no father, never did. The fact that Wesley’s dead and finding out who he really was, means absolutely nothing.”
“Understood brother, I didn’t mean to...”
“It’s fine.” Ace replies, waving me off. “But I feel this is the best opportunity to show them that things are going to be different now with me in charge.”
“Are you?” Alek asks, genuinely curious, “I mean we were able to dismantle The Gallows, and all other of Wesley’s underage operations, but his associates remain at the helm of the other half of his empire. Bass’s dad is only reigning in more power with his casinos, my father is continuing to expand his reach going as far as inducting diplomats and foreign authorities into his club , not to mention we have Prescott and Carlyle lurking around looking for an into it all. If anything, things are just as they were.”
“Aleks right Ace,” I mutter cracking my knuckles, “My father is planning on expanding his reach, he’s taken over production of The Devil’s Kiss, he’s teaming up with Carlyle to open another casino, and I think he wants to completely take over Wesley’s place. Worst of all, I fear he has the influence to do so, not to mention the manpower behind him.”
“What are you talking about?” Ace asks.
“The Order.”
They all turn to me with curious eyes, not understanding what I’m talking about. “Who the fuck is The Order?” Alek asks.
“Kane Dalton and The Order, the self-righteous pricks down in Galen Grove. They control all the activity that side of the border, dealing TranQ, their equivalent of KISS, and I think eventually they want to control all the drug trade in the area, moving into Hillcrest and its surrounding territories, from Pleasant Hills all the way down to Providence.”
“Kane Dalton, I’ve heard of him,” Ace says, “They’re that wannabee motorcycle crew...”
“Well they’ve since traded their Harley’s for Bugatti’s. I’d refer to them as more of a cult, or a mini mafia, than a MC. Regardless they’re dangerous, and I’m afraid Dalton is the equivalent of Wesley, only worse. He’s known all over the black market, his trade of choice, foreign girls.”
“Trafficking really?” Beckett shouts in disbelief.
“No minors as far as I know, but he uses them as mules for the drugs and then as consolation presents or gifts to his customers.”
Ace laughs nervously, running his hand through his hair, “Right when we thought we’d defeated the devil himself these fuckers show up.”
I nod my head in agreement, “Dalton’s always been around, he was on Wesley’s shit list. I discovered my father was forging an alliance with Kane, while still working with Wes. If you hadn’t gotten rid of him, I’m sure Dalton would have.”
“Fuck this shit’s screwed, again. One thing was going up against Wes man, he was a ruthless fucker but an entire gang of skinheads, I don’t think we have it in us.” Alek mutters, both he and Beck shaking their heads .
“I’m not talking about taking Kane out. We need to dismantle them from the inside like we did with The Gallows, or...”
“Or what?” Ace asks eagerly.
“Or we get Kane Dalton on our side?” I answer, stating the impossible.
“And how the hell are we to do that?” the three of them ask in unison.
“I have an idea, but we’re going to have to skip out on the trip to Pleasant Hills.”
“Then where are we headed?”
“Into Dalton’s territory. Boys were paying my father’s casino a visit. We’re going to The Nova down in Galen Grove.
The drive down to GG was short and uneventful, although it’s Thursday night, which here is the start of the long weekend, the roads were pretty much vacant. I guess no one travels down here in mid-March. My father’s casino, The Nova , isn’t far from The Gallant Hotel where Torment is located. I’m not sure what it is I planned to do once we came down here, but I for one need to figure out more about Kane’s involvement with my father, and his interest in Jade. Though the guys don’t know the last part, and I plan on keeping it that way.
“This place is phenomenal,” Alek slurs, as we step foot into the top level of The Nova, located under the City Hall. All around us, blues, purples, grays, the iridescent specks of stars across the galaxy, a total contrast to the bright greens and golds of The Moxy back in Hillcrest. The Silver drapes across the ceiling entwined with flickering white LED lights contrasting against the midnight blue ceiling are truly remarkable.
“Daddy’s outdone himself,” Alek mocks, grabbing a couple glasses from a cocktail waitress parading around in a silver, metallic bodysuit, with a pair of coil antennas.
“Looks like he took the whole space theme a bit seriously,” Ace snickers as we look around and see all the staff are dressed in metallic silver uniforms, wearing the exact pair of antennas as the waitress.
“Must be his investors' influence. Kane seems more like the showy type whereas this must be a gift for my father.”
“So what is it we’re here for Sebastian?” Ace asks, and I’m not sure what the answer is.
“We’re here to ask around, see if anyone has any idea what it is my father and Kane are doing here.”
“What do you mean, it’s clearly a casino,” Beck says, motioning around the room.
“You think it’s a front?” Ace asks, and it’s like he’s in my fucking head.
“I know it is. Kane is more than just his security, I think he’s running his human trafficking ring from right inside these doors. The sale of drugs is just to cover up the true sale of women, foreign women he smuggles into the country, primarily from down south in Mexico.”
“Holy shit!” Alek shouts, but we’re quick to shut him up, “I mean what the fuck is it with these fuckers selling women and shit.”
“It’s the rich man’s trade brother, especially in this patriarchal as shit world,” Ace says, throwing his arm over Alek’s shoulder, “These bigots have nothing else in their boring fucking lives to do than show those less fortunate that they have complete ownership over them, especially these women they treat like fucking animals.”
“Fuck, I can’t believe I used to believe this shit, it makes me fucking sick.”
“Yeah all of us are just as guilty Alek, we let it go on too far.”
“Well now we’re on the same page guys, and somehow we have to end this.”
We spend the next two hours on the floor, talking to the various patrons, employees, and visitors, who all seem to be fucking clueless. Either that or they're all scared, threatened by Kane’s men who are guarding every inch of this place.
“Well, look who it is,” I hear Kinsley squeal in her usual pathetic, high-pitched shriek. Fuck, this is the last thing I need today.
I turn and find her standing behind me with Wynter, both of them dressed in metallic, strapless dresses, similar to the uniform the cocktail waitresses are wearing.
“What the fuck are you guys wearing?” I ask, turning to look at a waitress who offers me a drink from her tray. I grab the glass of whiskey, nodding to excuse her.
“Yeah that was unfortunate,” Kins says, admitting their matching outfits were unplanned and a mere coincidence.
“What are you doing here?” Wynter asks, glaring suspiciously at me.
“I could ask you two the same thing, Win,” I retort, not answering her query.
She flicks the sleek white hair off her shoulder, a typical pretentious rich girl gestures, “It’s Thursday, practically the weekend, you know we like to go out,” she says with a wink.
I shake my head at her playfulness. There has never been even the inkling of attraction between my best friend's twin sister and me. Of course Wynter is beyond gorgeous, the breeding that girl has undergone is impeccable, not to mention the perfection of her features, and the high-class energy she exudes from every pore. I see Wynter as a sister, someone who although she doesn’t need my protection, warrants it anyway.
Unlike Jade, who’s history and vulnerabilities make me beg to protect her, crave to save her, and ache to have her fix me.
I snap out of my obsessive thoughts of Jade, and back to the girls who watch me curiously. I look around the room at the packs of horny, dangerous, and stupid fucking rich men. “Then go to Torment, you girls shouldn’t be here.” I may not care for Kinsley's well-being, but I wouldn’t want Wynter caught dead in a place like this. Especially with her disposition of attracting older men.
“We could say the same to you, what are you boys up to?” Wynter asks, with suspicion.
“Surely there are plenty of stray cats out in the streets for you to continue finding homes for,” Kinsley sneers smugly, awfully proud of her retort.
“Careful little girl, your petty bitch is making its usual appearance.”
“Better to be petty than poor.”
I scoff, rolling my eyes at her insinuation that being poor is a flaw of character instead of just an unfortunate circumstance. “On a serious note Bass, Why are you here?”
Wynter watches me, intent on finding out what I’m doing here, why I’m not so sure. “It’s my father’s casino, do I really need a reason to be here?”
She shrugs her shoulders in innocent ignorance, “No, just thought you hated your father,” she says.
I laugh at her nonchalant attitude while trying to find out information as to why we’re here. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like to indulge in the perks of being Stephan Silver’s son.”
“Touché,” she agrees, raising a flute of champagne she summoned out of thin air. “Cheers, to indulging in the riches our fathers have seized from the devil himself.”
Kinsley steps forward placing her open hand on my shoulder, running her fingers along my neck and across my chest. “Shall we indulge Sebastian?”
I smack her hand away not wanting to give her the impression I want to spend any more of my time here with her, so without answering her stupid question, I look around for Ace and find him seated in a booth not far from the high rollers area. Instead of continuing this dreadful conversation I roll my eyes at them both and turn to walk away .
Before I can get further than two steps Kinsley grabs my arm, pulls me back and leans in close “You know Sebastian tonight could get real interesting if you let it. I’ll make your dreams come to life with just the flick of my tongue.”
I don't even try to hold in my laughter at her lack-luster offer of sucking me off. Jade would eat this bitch alive if she were here right now. Thinking about Kinsley getting anywhere near my dick has it curling up high in my pants like it's trying to physically distance itself from her. Meanwhile, whenever Jade even looks in my direction my cock gets rock hard and my zipper is constantly leaving an imprint until I can release myself to fuck her or my hand at least twice.
“How about instead you take your fucking hand off my arm and back the fuck up. Let me make myself perfectly clear Kinsley because apparently the last hundred times weren’t enough.” I practically spit at her. “I will never, I repeat never put my dick nor any other part of my body near you again. I may have had a lapse in judgment in the past but it's over and will never be repeated.”
She tightens her hold on my arm “Never again? Really? All because of that poor little slut?” She scoffs “You are kidding yourself Sebastian if you think that she will be able to hold your attention for longer than it takes to trap you!”
The problem with Kinsley Carlyle goes beyond being a petty, easy slut. The real issue is that she’s perfect. Her life has been a cake walk while she was force fed with a golden spoon all the bullshit that she thinks is true. She honestly believes the shit she is spewing. It is comical to watch her slowly but surely lose her shit at just the thought of Jade. Jade, my fierce Wolf, she threw down the challenge for me from the very beginning. When she still couldn’t stand my ass and I found her to be more of a conquest to complete. Even then Kinsley was threatened. She felt the shift that occurred when the girls started at the Academy. Fuck, we all did. Ace fell on his fucking ass faster than Carrington could get on her knees for him to try and hold her spot next to the king. That's why she's been on the offense from the jump. She saw one Horsemen fall for the complete opposite of what they were and knew it would only be a matter of time before another one bit the dust. Like a hyena she tried to stake claim to what she believed was an abandoned meal. It was time to retaliate, she has held on far too long for my liking.
“I don't know how to make myself any clearer, Kinsley. Jade is mine. She will always be mine. Whether you promise me a thousand blow jobs or try to peg my ass. Nothing will change her place in my life. She’s the fucking Queen now. You scoff at her being poor as if that detracts from her appeal. If anything it means there's a chance she won't be a soul sucking, raging bitch like you and all of your catty minions, no offense Win.” I rip my arm away from her and she stumbles back with a shocked look on her face. Disbelieving that anyone could resist her charms and her copious amounts of hoe demeanor she has perfected.
Leaving her standing there, mouth gaping in shock with Wynter who has an identically stunned expression on her face, I turn around and head towards Ace who’s grinning widely at me having watched our interaction from afar. When I slide into the booth, the waitress immediately appears to take my drink order before I can even relay my frustration about the interaction I just had. When she leaves, I feel the vibration of Ace’s muffled laughter across the booth. “Laugh it up fucker. That bitch won’t give it up and she's going to keep causing shit with Jade if I don't figure out a way to put a stop to her bullshit. I swear every single time I contact that viper she ends up getting under Jade’s skin by using me as the catalyst.” Dragging my hand down my face and cracking my neck I look over at Ace and he is no longer smiling. I know I struck a nerve when I mentioned the way Kins uses me as the weapon against my girl because he was in the same position with Carrington not too long ago. He understands how fucked in the head it can make you when they weaponize you against the one person you would never hurt .
“I get it man, but you know what you have to do. I recommend doing it sooner rather than later. If I'm right you have about another minute before one of her minions sends over the picture of her whispering in your ear that you know they took.”
“Fucking shit!” I shout, slamming my fist on the table, making a few heads turn in our direction. “That bitch is a walking playbook, always has something up her sleeve. Even losing in that interaction she still has a win by making it seem like something was going on when she propositioned me for a half-assed blow job.”
I take my phone out of my pocket and open up my messages with Jade hoping I can beat them to the punch. Shit has been so volatile with us lately, the last thing I need is Kinsley starting more drama. We do that plenty enough ourselves.
Me: Hey Baby, you’ll probably get ambushed in a few seconds but I wanted to be the one to tell you that I’m at The Nova with the guys and Kinsley is here starting shit.
I wait for what feels like forever for a response but in fact it only takes about thirty seconds. God I’m turning into a fucking needy chick.
Jade: I see. Don’t know why you're messaging me about it though. You don’t belong to me Sebastian, we aren't together. I don't care if you are with Kinsley or any of her other venomous bitches. You don't have to report back to me everything you do. I don’t.
Me: Little Wolf, you, and I both know that I'm as much yours as you are mine. And we both know you’re fucking mine. So this is your official invitation to give a fuck. Because that bitch disrespected you when she offered to let me fuck her mouth and then in the same breath tried to talk me around to forget you.
Me: So you tell me Jade, was I wrong in telling her that I wouldn’t touch that skank mouth with my dick or any other part of me, because I was spoken for and not trying to catch the clap from her overused snatch? P.S. YOU BETTER FUCKING REPORT BACK EVERYTHING YOU DO!
Jade: Whatever Cupcake. I guess you made a good call avoiding crotch rot.
Jade: Now leave me alone I’m busy being annoyed at you.
Me: Keep thinking of me Baby. I’ll keep you in mind too, especially later tonight when I fuck my hand to the thoughts of your sweet pussy clenching around me, sucking me dry.
Jade: You’re a fucking Neanderthal. Fuck your hand with this...
**PHOTO ATTACHMENT**
I smile down at the picture of her middle finger in front of her beautiful face. She's make-up free and I can tell she's wearing a tiny ass pink tank top barely containing her tits. Just from the small glimpse of my girl creamy skin, I am rock-fucking-hard. That’s what she does to me. Tells me to fuck off and makes me get a throbbing erection in public where I can’t do shit about it.
“All good?” Ace asks, when I’ve been silent for way too long thinking about skipping out and going to find Jade at her dorm .
“Yeah, she's full of piss and vinegar as usual but I know she isn’t pissy because I reached out. If not I would have gotten her Ice queen routine instead of the sassy one I got.”
“Told ya. Those girls are the same fucking person when it comes to shit like loyalty. They don’t fuck around and will jump to every conclusion possible if they don’t have all the info upfront,” Ace says, sounding so fucking proud he gave decent advice when it comes to the girls. “Yeah, Yeah you're the Bad Bitch whisperer we know.” I take the drink the waitress brought over to me, throwing down the bourbon all at once. “How many times did Scar have to lose her shit at you for you to nip shit in the bud before they got to her?”
“Way too fucking many my brother, way too fucking many.”
A half hour passes, still no sign of Kane and I am getting tired of sitting here just to see if he will make an appearance. We finish our drinks and start getting ready to head out. Neither of us are happy to be here with our girls, and we keep making fucking small talk when I know he’d rather be home with Scar. I can't stop thinking about Jade so I can only imagine what it would be like if I had unlimited access to her. The waitress comes back with our cards and my phone goes off again. Looking down hoping it's Jade I see it’s the demon skank herself.
Kinsley.
What the fuck could she want now? Her and Wynter left shortly after I told her to fuck off. I figured they headed over to Torment, but I guess she went home instead.
Because Lit up on my screen, in full color is Kinsley, butt ass naked with her hands in her pussy looking like a porn star, mid orgasm. I burst out laughing, loud enough to cause passersby to look my way. It makes Ace take attention and I show him Kinsley's fake as fuck orgasm face. There was a time when a message like this would have made me beg and do her bidding like a little bitch to get a taste. Looking at this poor comparison of my girl I can’t believe that version of myself even existed .
I forward the picture to Jade. It's a dick move but don’t send shit you don't want to get around especially when it was unsolicited and ill received.
Me: Check out what I was just sent. Seems someone thinks I could be hers. Wanna set her straight about that or should I?
Jade: That fucking BITCH! Her orgasm face is shit. I feel grossed out that you willingly put your dick in that Horseman. P.S. You're fucked in the head for sending me this shit.
Jade: Ugh, Seriously do I need to get tested so I can catch the STD before my crotch falls off?
Me: I think you’ll be okay Little Wolf. My dick is in perfect working order. Wanna do some quality control before I head home for the night?
Me: I can be there in 20.
I eagerly await her response, hoping she’ll give into her urges just as I plan to when I get my hands on her.
Jade: Dream on Cupcake. You're not getting anywhere near me for at least 3-5 business days after being so close to the Academy’s STI super spreader.
I smile at her response, not so much pissed she turned me down, but excited she didn’t outright dismiss the possibility.
Me: So you're saying there's a chance?
I wait a few minutes but she doesn’t respond. The three little dots showing she’s typing are disappearing.
Me: I’ll take your silence as a YES. See you tomorrow baby.
Jade: NOT AN INVITATION.
Me: Whatever you say. You know you can't resist this.
**VIDEO ATTACHMENT**
I send her a quick video of me licking my lips and biting down on my bottom one.
Jade: YOUR ARROGANCE KNOWS NO BOUNDS SILVER. LEAVE ME ALONE!
Me: Whatever you say, Baby. Whatever you want.
Reading over the exchange we just had, I feel like I finally managed to get an honest reaction from her. She didn’t blow up in tremendous fashion but I definitely got her attention. Maybe I'll make use of Kinsley's bullshit even if it's only to get my girl to come to her senses.
Grabbing my card and slipping it back in my wallet I turn to Ace and say, “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“I thought you'd never ask Brother.” With that we head out, my brother to fuck his girl and me to fuck my hand. Just a normal fucking Thursday.