7. Fly Pelican Fly
After skull fucking Irish royalty, we went back to Kayla’s loft to catch a couple hours of sleep. I really hate being here, I should have gone back to the city, but I was too fucking tired. And with what’s to come, I need all the energy I’ve got for this next trick. It’s time for plan b, and that consists of the ghosts from Christmas past making themselves present. We just need Kayla to get on fucking board. This shouldn’t be that hard. Spade told me he heard her on the phone with someone in deep whispers and Jade’s name came up. I don’t know what it was about, but I’ve never trusted Kayla. I think she’s a fucking snake, but I need her for the time being. Speak of the devil and she shall appear. Kayla walks into the kitchen with phone in hand, as fucking usual. She places it down on the counter and looks at me over her shoulder with her brow raised.
“I need a favor.” I say and she spins on me.
“More injectables?” She asks with a hand on her hip.
“No, actually, I need you to get Jade to the race tonight. I’m sure you heard all about it, but it’s time we show face.” I say, getting up from the couch. I need a goddamn cup of joe for all this plotting..
“Well, you’re in luck, she just texted me. I’m actually heading over there in a few,” she winks. Why did that feel too easy?
“Saying?” I quirk a brow as I press the button for the coffee machine.
“Slim is in town and they want to hang out.” She says nonchalantly, leaning against the counter.
“Who the fuck is Slim?” I ask, playing my best version of stupid.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, James. He’s a childhood friend that we grew up with. He’s also fucking one of my boyfriends.” She laughs.
“I don’t want to know. It’s bad enough I can hear it when I’m here.” I say, making a gagging sound.
“Awe, are you jealous James? Is little Jade not tight enough for you?” She says, running her nail down my chest, “Or is it that she can’t handle the monster beneath the mask?” She attempts to grab my flaccid cock and I wrap my hand around her wrist, squeezing and twisting it just enough to cause her to wince in pain. She goes to yell, but I wrap my other hand around her throat, causing her to shut her whore mouth real fucking quick. I bring her face up to mine, lifting her from the floor and her eyes widen in panic. Ahh I love the look of fear in the morning.
“Don’t think I don’t see right through you. I can smell a snake a mile away and you aren’t as seductive as you think, Kayla. You may have the twins wrapped around your dirty little finger, but you are nothing but a peasant to me.” I spit, tossing her to the ground. Before she can right herself, I bend down and grab her face to look at me again.
“Touch me again without my consent, and those hands will be hanging in my workroom as trophies.” I grit as I stand, pushing her face away.
“I’m telling the twins. Get the fuck out of my loft!” She screams and I can’t help but laugh, flipping her off and dipping out.
***
Hours later, I arrived at the race. We took separate cars because I’ll be sneaking into Jade’s house later tonight. Once she sees us, that”s it. There’s no more holding back. I”ll be full sending all I have to give. Spade is already sitting in his Charger blasting music while Dario is with the Pelican who is rubbing her hands all over him. God, everything she does just fucking irritates me. I’m blending in with the crowd waiting for the right moment for my Little Creature to feel the electric pull.
Taking out my phone, I pull up the tracker to see if they have arrived yet and just as I expected, I look up and there’s her brand new G-wagon backing into a parking spot. I’d love to know how she got that bad boy. It’s not your typical G-wagon. It’s fucking bomb proof. There’s only one person in this whole criminal world who can have their cars ordered like that. Flynn O’Patrick.
I’ve been waiting on intel about the O’Patricks, and their connection to Jade, but nothing has come up yet. Stepping out into the crowd I maneuver myself directly into her line of sight. Come on baby, feel the pull. Your Blood King is coming for you. Her head turns just enough for me to catch her. Ahh there’s those emerald eyes that taunt my dreams. They widen when she spots me and I make my way further into the crowd, out of sight again. Nothing like a little mind game.
Spade pulls up alongside her, and the look on her face is priceless. It’s like she”s seen a ghost. She’s momentarily stunned, but then she runs and Spade gives chase. Moving slowly through the crowd, I never take my eyes off her. Like a predator stalking his prey. I can’t wait until I have her alone and can sink my cock inside her dripping cunt. Spade takes off with her, and I go to stand next to Dario and the Pelican. Dario tries to whisper something to me but Marsela’s nails graze his scruffy face drawing his attention back to her. I want to break her fucking nails off.
“When can we kill her? She is nothing but a means to an end Dar.” The Pelican squawks. Dario doesn’t get the chance to do or say anything because I’m on this bitch like a fucking starving flea. I grab her by the throat and squeeze as her nail digs into my wrist, “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you don’t fucking call the shots around here and you definitely don’t get to talk about our girl like that. Keep your fucking mouth shut.” I squeeze tighter as she kicks my shins with the pointed toe of her cheap ass looking heels.
“You lay one fucking finger on her and I will end your life. Albanian royalty or not, I don’t give a fuck! And I sure as shit didn’t sign a fucking contract to deal with your shit. Do you fucking understand me?” Her eyes widen at my threat as her face turns a gorgeous shade of purple.
“Carver, let her go. If you kill her now, you”re killing me too.” Dario growls. I push her away causing her head to hit the mirror of the suburban. I turn to my brother.
“The fact that I was the first to make a move on your little wife, speaks volumes brother.” I spit, narrowing my eyes at him. “I will do whatever it takes to protect Jade, take this as your only fucking warning too.” I growl.
“Can we talk about this later?” he pleads.
“No, we can’t, because at the end of the day, you made your choice and Jade is mine. Always has been, and always will be, all fucking mine.”
“Fine, you want to hash this out. Let”s do this.” Dario squares up with me and I laugh.
“There’s nothing to hash out. I fucking said what I said. Go marry your whore and I’ll go start a life with Jade. It’s just that simple.” I say, crossing my arms. Dario tries to pull me away so we can talk without bird face listening in but she always has to run her fat fucking mouth.
“He doesn’t want her anyway. We are to marry by June and we are working on having a baby. You can take the biker whore and go.” The Pelican squawks.
“Dario, if you don’t shut her the fuck up, I’m going to stab her right in the fucking forehead in front of everyone. I swear to fucking god.” I growl.
“Marsela, go take a walk.” Dario tells her, but she steps inside the car to sulk.
“What do you mean, Jade is all yours? What the fuck is that supposed to mean.” He questions.
“Why do you care? You”re getting married. You chose that cunt over the one you truly want to be with. The one I allowed you and Reid to be with.” His eyes widen at the revelation.
“Allowed?” he growls, his eyes narrowing as he looks me up and down.
“Yes, allowed. I’ve been stalking her for over a year. She’s been mine the second I laid eyes on her the night the email came through. I had my own game I wanted to play and the two of you weren’t involved in it. But it doesn’t matter anymore. You made your choice and the only way you can have Jade is if you kill that cunt in the car.” I reveal.
“I can’t kill her. If she dies at my hands, they will come for me. But what’s really fucked up, is after we marry and something happens to me, thenshe gets everything. I need out of this contract before she fucking kills methe minute I say I do.” He shakes his head, running his hand down his face. I can see the regret every time I look at him but I don’t know how to get him out of this alive yet. There’s so much shit going on that we haven’t had the time to come up with a solid plan to take down this bitch. Nor have we been able to gain the right connections we want and need. I put my hand on his shoulder and bring him in for a hug, whispering in his ear,
“If you want out, prove it and I’ll help you devise a plan to get rid of her so it doesn’t make you look like suspect number one. But you need to fucking choose brother, or I’ll take her and run, you’ll never find her again. You know I have the means to do it.” He pulls away and nods.
“I know, I know.” He says taking a deep breath.
When will the madness end?