23. Invitations & Slim
-Jade-
Last night was a long one. Over the last two weeks, Jamie has been taking me on jobs and teaching me to do all the things ‘Carver style’. He and fuckface Spade were right; I do have a bounty on my head, so we have been taking out threats that have been given to us by someone that works for Jamie. I haven’t seen much of the other two, not like I used to. I’m trying to avoid Dario at all costs because he is constantly with that Jack and the Beanstalk bitch. Whatever the fuck her name is, but she always has her stiletto nails rubbing all over him. I just want to cut each fucking finger off. Whenever I see Spade, he smirks when I catch him staring or looking sad, and I don’t know what to make of it all. Those last words play in my mind on repeat, “Your dead mother”. I just want to punch him in the fucking throat. Then we have Jamie, who is more ‘The Carver’ nowadays. Jamie rarely appears anymore; I never see him shaking his head, ridding himself of ‘the voices’. He’s always hyper-focused on me, wanting to paint my body red with blood. I haven’t been on the Snow lately, because I think whatever Monty was selling me, was a bad batch, but I still pop the Black Beauties when Jamie isn’t around. He won’t let me do any drugs other than mary. He thinks killing together and slicing me when I need the release is sufficient enough, and it is, until it isn’t.
I think I’ll ask DC for some Snow. I know he gets his from a better distro than Monty’s bitch ass. To be honest, Monty is constantly trying to fuck me, and I’d just rather not deal with him. It’s like he’s obsessed, and it’s annoying. I’m sitting in economics, gazing out the classroom window, I have the perfect view of the lake. The water is murky but shines a dark blue in the sunlight, and the leaves have long fallen since it’s almost mid-December. Next week, we are supposed to get a snowstorm, and I can’t fucking wait to be snowed in at my house with the pups. A throat clears, taking me out of my thoughts.
“Ms. Rivers,” Professor Schmidt calls out.
“Yes, Ma’am?”?I answer.
“The Dean would like to see you in his office. Please gather your things and see that you get there immediately,” she says dismissively. I nod, gather my shit, and leave her class. I can’t stand that lady; she walks around like she has a stick up her flat ass. The Dean’s office is on the other side of campus, and I’m in no rush; he can fucking wait. If he wanted me that bad, he would have walked his creepo ass down here and got me. I stop by the vending machine, grabbing a Dr. Pepper and a Reese’s for later. I get to the door that connects one section of the school to the other, but I hear moans from an empty classroom to my right. The moaning gets louder; I take a peek into the small window and see Dario standing between the cunts legs with his hand wrapped around her throat. My hands tighten into fists.?I cannot watch him fuck her like he used to fuck me. Nope, not today, Satan.?
I turn and head through the doors, slamming them in my wake. I’m so fucking aggravated. Like, why haven’t they left? I thought I was a job to them, but they are still fucking here! My father needs to get his head out of his fucking ass and let me leave here. But no, he wants me to finish the fucking semester, and like the good little daddy’s girl I am, I complied. I miss how things used to be. I don’t know when everything went wrong. It doesn’t take me long to get to the Dean’s office. I open the glass doors and tell his cunt of a secretary that I’m here to see him.
“Sit down, Ms. Rivers, he will be with you momentarily.” I nod and sit down. I feel my phone vibrate and take it out to see it’s Slim.
Slim: Bitch, Aon scéal, a chara?
Me: Dean’s office, and I have no clue before you ask for what. Lol
Slim: Well, don’t be an eejit while you’re there and get yourself into trouble, or else I won’t have anyone to study with or annoy for that matter.
Me: Yes, I know, dear. Hopefully, this won’t take long, and we can meet in the library for a study session.
Slim: Can’t we just order takeout and meet at the gaff?
Me: Fine, I’ll meet you at home.
Slim: Okay, Sla’n.
It’s not long until the Dean finally comes to get me, brings me to his office, and shuts the door behind him. Before he can even touch me, I sit in the chair furthest away from him and his creepy self. He rounds his desk, grabs the black envelope with a red skull crest, and hands it to me. I raise a brow at him.
“Open it, Ms. Rivers.” I roll my eyes and tear open the envelope, sliding the matte black and gold card out. It’s an invitation to a children’s charity event at Enthralled in Manhattan later this month.
“Um, why am I invited to this?” I ask.
“Because our benefactors chose you, the legacy of it all, to make an appearance. When your mother was your age, she started this charity. Yes, it has changed over the years, but now that you are twenty-one, it’s time for it to be handed down to you.” My mom started this? I never knew my mother even went here, let alone started a children’s charity event to raise money for kids in need.
“Not going to lie, Dean, I’m a little stunned. I didn’t know my mother was involved in such an amazing organization.” I say, tears forming, but I won’t let them drop. Not here, not in front of him.
“Oh, my dear Jade, there’s a lot you aren’t aware of, but in due time, child, in due time.” I just nod because now, I want to leave and call my dad to see what the fuck is going on.
“I’ll be there, sir. May I leave now? I see I have some shopping to do.” I nervously laugh,
“Absolutely, Jade. Thanks for coming in, I’ll see you soon.” I nod, leaving his office, bypassing the secretary and out the doors. ?Why does it feel like there’s so much I truly don’t know about my mom? So many fucking secrets and lies, it’s exhausting. ?I’m so deep in my thoughts that I don’t realize I’m standing in front of Spade, sitting on his bike. I look up at him, and he smirks. I give him the finger and blow him a kiss. He just shakes his head, and I keep moving towards the parking garage. I hop in my G-wagon, throwing on “Na Na” by Trey Songz.
Seeing Spade must have hit me harder than I thought. Suddenly I’m home and pulling up to the gate and punching the code in. The gate opens, and I head straight for the garage. Pulling in, I shut my truck off, and just sit there for a minute trying to get my shit together. I finally get out and head toward the house. I close the garage door as I walk in and am immediately greeted by my babies, pulling me back into the present. Walking through the kitchen, I grab a couple treats to toss to the pups, then grab some take-out menus for Slim and me to decide what the hell we are going to eat while we study for this goddamn physics test. I run upstairs to change out of my uniform before he gets here and text my dad on the way up.
Me: Hey, Pops. Why didn’t you tell me about Mom being involved with a charity for kids in need?
Pops: Oh shit, that’s coming up, isn’t it?
Me: Uh, ya! I just got the invite. I never knew Mom was into this shit.
Pops: There’s a lot you don’t know about your mother. Come to the clubhouse over the weekend, and let’s grab dinner.
Me: Okay, that sounds great. See ya soon, Pops.
Pops: Love you, Fal.
Me: Love you more.
Throwing on some leggings, an oversized band tee and put my hair in a messy bun. I grab some pillows and blankets, bring them to the game room, and set up our study area while waiting for Slim. An hour passes, and Slim never shows up, never calls or texts. That’s odd as fuck. I’ve called him a few times, but nothing. I’m freaking starving at this point. Opening my phone to order Chinese. A text comes through, but it’s not from Slim.
Jamie: Be ready in twenty. We have somewhere to go. Dress in all black and bring a few guns and blades.
Me: I’m fucking starving and tired. I have to study for this stupid test tomorrow.
Jamie: Someone has Slim, now move your fucking ass.
Me: You should of fucking led with that, asshole.
I throw my phone down and go suit up. After I’m dressed, I enter my safe and riddle my body with all sorts of weapons. I don’t know who took my bestie, but once I do, they won’t make it out alive. I’ll rain Bedlam just to find him. I check myself once more in the mirror when my phone chimes, letting me know Jamie is at the gates. I run down the stairs and out the door, setting the alarm as I move. I get to the gates and slide out.?Opening the door to Jamie’s Ram, I freeze. Well, hello fuck faces one and two.
“Greetings, Little Killer.”