28. Locked In A Bird Cage
-Jade-
It’s been a few days since the shipment of kids arrived. I’ve been staying with Spade and the kids ever since. I took them home with me once, so I could grab clothes and what not. I would have had them stay at the house, but I don’t think it is safe right now. Spade’s warehouse is more than equipped to keep the few that are left. Bianca is the only one from Spade’s gang that is out of school already, so she stays with the kids while we attend class, and then we switch after school lets out. I would just tell my father to fuck off, but we are trying to keep this as low profile as possible. I did make the call to Flynn, and he’s looking into it. Spade gained some respect from Flynn, being that Harper is of Irish descent and has become attached to him. But not just that, Spade saved all these kids by intercepting the shipment. If there’s one thing Flynn won’t stand for, it’s child trafficking. The IRA might be one of the most powerful armies in the world, but they are not into trafficking, period. There are about four other kids that we cannot find parents for, and we have been discussing foster care. Bianca is standing her ground on not sending them there, seeing that she was once a foster kid herself. She also asked us not to ask any more questions about it, that it’s a trauma she doesn’t want to relive. I can absolutely understand that. I want what’s best for these kids; I think we all do. If I’m being honest, I’ve become attached to them. There’s Little man, who we still have no clue what his name is since he doesn’t talk much. I’m thinking he’s almost two years old. If not, he just turned two because he isn’t potty trained and only says a few words; and those few words are not his name. And then there’s Harper. She is such a sweet girl, but I can tell she’s going to be a handful when she gets older; there is definitely trauma there. I just can’t pinpoint what it is. I know when the time comes, her leaving is going to break Spade, me, and probably the little girl herself. She’s become very dependent on us, but Spade more so in such a short amount of time. We are lucky she will hang out with B until one of us gets back. The first day we left, it was a shit show. She threw herself to the ground, banging her head on the floor, screaming, and locked herself in the storage closet in the dark until we got back. It broke my heart to see this poor little soul wrapped up in a ball, on the floor, in a dark room. It makes me wonder if this is what those pieces of shit did to her. It hurts my heart to even think about it. Spade was beside himself and took the doors off all the closets and made sure there were lights in all the rooms, even if they were battery operated. That night, she slept in between us with Spade’s big, tattooed hand holding her little ivory one. We found out she speaks very little English, it’s mostly broken, but she’s trying. I’ve also been trying to teach Spade Gaelic, just the basics right now. He’s so eager to learn, but a part of me is thinking, “what’s the point?”. She’s just going to leave us, and it will all have been for nothing. We haven’t spoken about us and where this leaves our relationship, whatever that is, but every night after he showers, he hands me that bottle of cream, never letting me forget what I did. Let’s not get it twisted, I’ve reminded him often enough that my dead mother’s pussy is tighter than mine. Every single time I say it, his face pales and his eyes cast down. Two can play this game, Playboy.
Back on campus, the snow has been falling for hours now and I’m waiting patiently for the school to cancel the day so we can leave and get back to the kids and relieve B. I’m currently in the library, studying for a calculus exam, waiting for Slim to get here. The doors burst open, and Spade walks in with Jameson. They find me instantly and waltz over. Jameson grabs my hand, kissing it and Spade caresses my scarred cheek as he sits down opposite me.
“Little Creature, how is your day?” Jameson kisses my hand again.
“It’s fine, have I mentioned that I fucking hate calculus?” I sigh.
“If you needed help, all you had to do was walk those sexy legs to my room and knock,” Jameson replies. Spade snorts, making Jameson narrow his eyes at him.
“Snort all you want. You may have gotten to lay your head next to her these last couple of nights, but I’m the one who gets her screams.” He smiles at Spade sinisterly. I cover my face, not in the mood for their bullshit. The library doors open again and Dario, Slim, and fucking Kayla stroll in. I look over at Spade and Jamie.
“What the fuck is going on?” I whisper. Jamie shrugs his shoulders and Spade doesn’t say a word. Probably still stewing about what Jamie said.
“Well? You texted us and said you had something important to tell us,” Kayla says stepping up to my table. No one answers, they are all looking at one another.
“Earth to Jade.” Kayla snaps her fingers in my face. I look up at her with narrowed eyes.
“I didn’t fucking text anyone, anything. I’ve been sitting here studying for stupid calculus.” I retort.
“Bullshit. We all got the same fucking text,” she says, putting a hand on her hip.
“I just fucking said, I didn’t text anyone.” I say through gritted teeth. My anger is rising. Jameson squeezes my shoulder. Little does he know that it fuels me, not settles me down, especially when he taps on me. It’s like he’s giving me a running head start into the pits of darkness. I slowly rise out of my seat and the lights go out. What the fuck??
“This isn’t funny,” I say. The library barely has windows, let alone natural light. It’s so fucking dark in here. Someone grabs me from behind.
“Don’t worry, Kitten. You’re safe.” Dario whispers. The lights flicker on and then back off.
“Oh, so now you’re a home wrecker too?” Kayla spits.
“Who the fuck are you talking to?” I whip my head around at her.
“You, bitch! He’s engaged to be married, and you’re all cuddled up with him because you’re afraid of the dark? The next thing we’ll see is poor little Jade on her knees.” Kayla taunts. I rear back and punch her in the nose. The crunch under my fist feels so good, borderline orgasmic.
“Excuse me? You want to say that shit to my fucking face, with the fucking lights on, Kayla? Don’t think because you’re fucking my brothers that you’re an old lady now and can pull rank here, because let me clue you in, bitch, you are nothing but a fucking warm hole, you stupid cunt.” I laugh sinisterly. She wipes the blood pouring from her nose on her blazer and narrows her eyes at me.
“Actually Jade, it goes much deeper than that and if you weren’t such a self-absorbed whore, you would know these things about your best friend.”
“I really don’t understand why you’re coming at me. You are the one who set me the fuck up. Let these fuckers ambush me when they were supposed to be dead. But no, let’s stick your nose where it doesn’t belong and do what you do best; help save the world. The almighty Kayla.” I throw my hands in the air. The lights flicker again, and I sit on top of the closest table. I look over at Dario and narrow my eyes at him.
“If we’re going to do this, then let’s fucking lay it all out!” I yell.
“Bug, calm your tits. Let’s just get out of here.” Slim says.
“Fine.” He grabs my hand, and we head for the door. I’m kind of shocked Jameson is allowing this. He’s usually the first person to stop me from doing irrational shit. We get to the door and it doesn’t open. It’s fucking locked. No wonder he didn’t say shit. He already knew.
“Thanks Jameson, you could have just fucking told me instead of having me walk for nothing.”
“Ah, you needed to take a beat, not that I didn’t mind what was coming.” He winks at me from across the room. Fucker.?
“So, is it true? You’re marrying that rat-faced bitch?” I ask Dario. He stands there with his eyes cast down and his hands in his pocket.
“Look at me. If you’re going to hurt me, do it like a man,” I spit. He looks up and storms over to me, wrapping his hand around my throat. I punch him in the stomach and it does nothing.
“You tried to kill me,” he squeezes tighter, “You literally lit the match that ignited the flames to burn us. You did that. We were thirteen years old when we were forced to kill your mother, but of course you never let us explain.” I thrash in his hold.
“Fuck you, Dario. How many times can I apologize?” He lets me go and I stumble onto the table.
“You never once apologized to me, and I’m not waiting around for you to decide what you want and how you want it. I made a decision out of anger and I’ll probably regret it for the rest of my life, but there’s no turning back now.” I look at him and nod. I just keep nodding. I’m losing my fucking patience. I don’t like being locked in a cage with no way out. This makes me feel crazy, and the attacks keep coming.
“You wanna know why I set you up, Fallon?” Kayla asks. I take a step back. Raising my brow, I flick my wrist, gesturing to the ground.
“The floor is yours,” I say.
“Because everything is your fucking fault. The day I got raped was because of you. They wanted you, not me, and I’m the one who suffered. It’s not the only time I fucking suffered because of you.” She accuses.
“How the fuck was I supposed to know that people were still after me? Let alone taking it out on the ones I loved?” I raise a brow at her, getting really sick and tired of this blame game.
“This started long before that! Remember, a couple of years after your mom died, and I constantly slept over?”
“I remember.” I reply, taking a deep breath.
“There was that one night you were having nightmares, and you went to sleep in your parents’ bed because you wanted to be close to your mother?” I raise a brow at her.
“That same night, D’mitri snuck into your window, climbed into bed and assaulted me. He fucking raped me and stole my virginity even after I told him I wasn’t you over and over.”
“What the fuck Kayla? Why didn’t you fucking tell me? Why would you keep that from me?” I growl slowly getting off the table.
“But most of all, how could you, as my best fucking friend, let me continue a relationship with your rapist?” I spit, walking closer to her. I fucking hate fighting with her. She’s my best fucking friend, and the fact that she’s been keeping all this from me hurts me to my core, but it also angers me to no end. If I would have known this, D’mitri would have been killed a long time ago, and none of this shit would have happened.
“There’s a lot you don’t know. How about this? Remember a couple of years ago, when I was constantly complaining about stomach issues, and my asshole parents sent me away for damn near a year to ‘Boarding School’ after recovering from ‘Surgery’?” she asks, tears springing from her eyes.
“I remember,” I whisper, a feeling of dread coiling in my stomach.
“It was all a lie. Ryker got me pregnant,” I gasp, covering my mouth as she continues.
“We tried to hide it, but my parents found out and sent me away. They waited for me to have him. Yes, him. I had a son.” My eyes widening at her revelation, but she doesn’t stop.
“I heard him cry when he was born. And then he was gone. I was so out of it that I don’t even know for sure if he is dead or alive, but my parents said they killed him. They didn’t want a trafficked motorcycle club baby alive in the world.” She hiccups, tears streaming down her face. I grab her and hug her because fuck, that’s a lot to keep inside.
“Kay, what do you mean by a trafficked baby?” I look over to Spade and our eyes lock. He’s thinking what I’m thinking.
“I’m a trafficked kid. The Pierces are not my blood family. I don’t know who I truly belong to. I’ve tried to run! God, your brothers have tried to make me run, but my parents always threaten to find me and kill me, and they can with how deep their power and connections go.”?My heart instantly stops when a wave of emotion rushes over me, something’s not right.
“Fuck, okay. Spade call B. I need you to check on the kids.” He nods.
“What kids? What the fuck is going on?” I ignore her. I’d rather show her than tell her.
“We need to get the fuck out of here.” I say panick stricken.
“The roads are bad, but we can take my truck,” Jamie interjects.
“No, no, it’ll take too long to go around the lake.” Spade says.
“Fuck it, let’s steal the snow mobiles from the maintenance garage. It will cut the time in half if we just go over the lake.”?Dario adds.
“Jade, please tell me what’s going on!” Kayla pleads with me.
“Why should I? You’re lucky to still have teeth, bu–” I say.
“Jade, B isn’t answering.” Spade says cutting me off.
“What do you mean she’s not answering?” He gives me a worried look—a look I haven’t seen on his face in a long time.
“Then let’s break a fucking window or something and get the fuck out of here. Something is very fucking wrong.” I say.
“Agreed, we weren’t put in here together by mistake.” Jameson chimes in.
I swear to God if this was a setup, we are fucking going to war. Fuck it all to hell.