Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
Cane
“Where is she?” I stormed into the kitchen with Max a few feet behind. I hadn’t bothered knocking or ringing the bell, and Kari looked surprised to see me.
Kari stood with her arms crossed, looking at me silently.
“Where is she?”
Someone better fucking answer me before I lose control.
“She’s upstairs,” Kari said softly, “in her room. But I don’t know that you should just go up there, Cane.”
“Thanks for your input,” I muttered, making my way to the staircase and taking the stairs two at a time.
I had to see her. I had to know she was okay.
I knocked lightly on her door, but there was no answer. I knocked again.
Shit. That hurt.
My knuckles were an angry red and would definitely bruise. I’d wiped off the blood, but there were a few split knuckles to ice later.
Probably. But Jada first.
“Jada? Are you in there?” I pressed my forehead against her door.
Even if Kari hadn’t told me she was in there, I swear I would have known.
I was drawn to that room, like there was a cord attached to me and something on the other side.
It was insane, and I would have laughed my ass off if I had heard someone else say that.
But it was true in this new strange world I was living in.
Please don’t let me have completely fucked this up.
I waited a few seconds before cracking the door open.
My heart paused in my chest as my eyes found her. She lay in her bed, her brown hair splashed across her white pillow. Her face was calm, unmarred, and just so damn beautiful.
A peace settled over me as I watched her, a feeling I didn’t have very often.
The only peace I was ever able to grasp was from avoiding shit I didn’t want to think about.
I had never known peace like she had at that moment, and I wished she always had it.
Not like the night before when her face had been so twisted in anger with me.
For the first time in a long-ass time, I was embarrassed.
I quietly made it over to the bed and knelt beside the mattress. I pulled the comforter down slightly, and the purple marks on her upper arm jumped out at me. They were obviously finger marks, narrow prints indicating they’d been wrapped around her arm.
I felt the incredible urge to beat the shit out of Simon again.
Jada stirred in her sleep, and I placed the comforter back over her, tucking it lightly around her small body. She rolled over onto her back and opened her eyes slowly.
I rocked back on my heels, giving her space.
This will go one way or the other …
Once she focused on me, she scrambled to sit upright. “Cane! What are you doing here?” Her voice was squeaky, verging on panic.
“Shh, it’s okay. Calm down.” I smiled softly at her. “I came to make sure you’re okay.”
“Of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
I shot her a knowing look. “I know what happened, Jada.”
She swallowed hard, pulling the comforter up and around her, creating a barrier between us. “Cane, look, it’s really none of your concern.”
“The hell it isn’t.”
She sat with her mouth open, like she didn’t understand anything I just said.
How is this not crystal clear to her?
“How is this any business of yours?” she asked, her eyes narrowing.
I shrugged, the adrenaline starting to wear off. I scrubbed my hands over my face, exhaling a breath I had been holding for a long time.
“Cane? What’s on your hand?” Jada leaned up and took my hand, turning it over. “Is this blood?”
I nodded hesitantly, closing my eyes and enjoying feeling her skin on my skin. Being with her, touching her, feeling her—even if it was only our hands—made me feel differently than I ever had. It was like a part of me instantly quieted. A piece of me found the link it was looking for.
It was scary and stupid and amazing.
Her eyes were wide as she looked at me in disbelief. “Whose blood is it?”
“It’s Simon’s.”
“What did you do?”
“What do you think?”
She let her head fall back against the headboard. “Why did you do this? This was my problem, not yours.”
“The moment you agreed to have dinner with Simon, you made it my problem.”
“And how is that, Cane? Are you a knight in shining armor now? I can take care of myself. That’s how I roll.”
I clenched my jaw, my eyes blazing. “That’s how you roll, huh? Well here’s how I roll, sweetheart. If someone fucks with you, they fuck with me. There is no gray area.”
“That’s asinine. It makes no sense.”
“Lots of shit doesn’t make sense. I’ll agree with that. But there’s one thing you need to get through your fucking head. Do not fuck with Simon Powers, Jada. It is not negotiable. I’m not kidding.”
“You keep saying this shit. You keep warning me off, but you refuse to tell me why. It’s really impossible to tell if you have a valid reason or if you’re just jealous.”
“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe you don’t need to know everything?”
Her eyes steeled. “No, actually. That logic sounds like someone trying to evade the question.”
I glared at her right back. “I’m not evading anything.”
“Then you either talk to me or you get the fuck out. Because that’s where I am right now. I am sick of this shit.” Her voice began to waiver and she looked away. Tears poured down her cheeks as her body heaved, sobs escaping her throat. “I am so sick of this. All of it.”
Instinctively, I gathered her in my arms. She pounded my chest for a few seconds before finally giving in and letting herself be comforted by me.
I held her against my chest, her head tucked under my chin as she expelled the anxiety she had been holding in. I wrapped an arm around her back, holding her tighter, gathering her hair out of her face.
My heart broke as she fell apart, and I wished I could take the pain away. I would have done anything in the world to ensure she never felt like that again.
And that was when I knew—there was no point in fighting it anymore. I needed to finish playing the hand that had already been dealt. It really wasn’t up to me anymore.
I looked at the ceiling and uttered a silent prayer that I was doing the right thing. I didn’t know the first damn thing about being a decent guy or how to take care of someone other than myself. But I knew if you wanted something to last, you had to treat it differently.
Here goes nothing …
“Simon and I knew each other a long time ago,” I began once she had quieted down.
I moved so that my back was against the headboard and her head was on my chest. I expected a fight from her, but she didn’t struggle.
She felt so small against me, such a perfect fit curled into my side.
It raised feelings that I had never felt before.
Something had changed deep inside me. If I thought about that long enough, I might have panicked. So I continued on with my story.
“His father is in prison right now for killing mine.”
Jada’s eyes went wide.
“I was surprised to see him, with you, at Solomon Place. But it was just a weird coincidence, I guess.” I looked down, trying to figure out how much I had to tell her.
“Simon’s family lost everything when his dad got arrested.
I pushed for the investigation after Dad died, so he has always blamed me.
I haven’t seen him in a long time, but when he showed back up, Max and I did some digging.
He’s bad news, Jada. He’s into some real bad stuff, which is why I kept telling you to stay away from him. ”
“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” She tentatively placed her arm around my waist. It lay on me for a few seconds before she started to withdraw it, but I wrapped my hand around her wrist and held it against me.
She stilled before looking at my face, her expression mirroring mine.
“I’m so sorry to hear about your dad, Cane.
I won’t push you on it, but I’m here if you do want to talk about it. I can relate, in my own way.”
“Yeah, I really don’t want to talk about it.” I watched her delicate arm lay against my abdomen. I was usually against cuddling, but I wasn’t sure I had ever felt something as natural as that. It felt like her hand belonged around me, like she belonged next to me.
I took a deep breath. “But to answer your other question, I didn’t really think he would do anything to you. I was going to explain everything last night. If you would have talked to me then, or answered your damn phone tonight, you would have understood,” I said, shaking my head.
She sat upright, her jaw clenching. “Yeah, we should’ve done that. We could have talked and then you could have taken that girl home and fucked her.”
I couldn’t look at her. “I am sorry about last night.”
“What? Did she not make you breakfast this morning?” she hissed. “Poor you.”
I snapped my eyes up to her. “I did not take her home with me.”
“I couldn’t give a fuck.”
“You do give a fuck. That’s why you’re pissed off right now. Admit it.”
“It doesn’t matter if I do or not, Cane. You’re you.” She smiled sadly before looking at the floor. “That bullshit last night—that was you being you. I don’t know why I was surprised.”
Fuck.
I took a deep breath.
Sink or swim, Alexander…
JADA
I observed a flurry of emotions cross Cane’s eyes as he watched me. I wasn’t sure what to expect as he opened his mouth, and I braced myself for the worst.
“Look,” he finally began, his usually confident voice wavering slightly. “I know I’ve been a dick lately. I know that and I’m sorry. I just—”
“Don’t, Cane. I get it. I get you.”
“You know what? You don’t. And I know you don’t because I don’t know that I get me anymore.
Since the minute I saw you in the restaurant, I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you.
There’s something about you that I can’t shake, that I want to get to know.
I don’t just want to fuck you and move on, although that would make my life so much easier right now. ”
“But you did do that to me, Cane,” I said angrily.