Текст книги "Being a Jett Girl"
Автор книги: Meghan Quinn
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“I’m getting lost in you Goldie and it terrifies me. You broke down a wall that I wasn’t willing to let go and you did it so easily.” He took a deep breath and continued, still speaking softly. “I can’t stand the idea of losing you now.”
“You’re not going to.” I turned my head to look at him but he kept my head forward.
“I want you to know that I would do anything to keep you safe, to keep you out of trouble. I live in a world where anything can happen and I want you to know that no matter what, I will always protect you. Always.”
His cryptic message was slightly disturbing because it sounded like something you said before you broke up with someone but I chose to ignore that. There was no way he was going to do that because of the way he clung on to me right now, the way he spoke softly into my ear and sent shivers up my spine. He was opening up and it wasn’t very often that he did that.
“You’re always doing the protecting, do you ever let someone protect you?” I asked as I leaned back farther into his chest and looked up at him.
He kissed my lips and said, “Yes, right now, I’m letting you protect my fragile heart. All I ask is that you take care of it, little one.”
The wind was knocked out of me from his confession. He trusted me enough to admit such a sensitive thing to me that I didn’t even know how to respond. I would never do anything to hurt Jett, ever. He saved me when I needed saving, he took care of me when no one else would and he gave me the warm affection that I needed so desperately in my life. If anything happened between us, it was going to be his doing because I wasn’t going anywhere.
“I will treat it as if it’s my own, Jett.”
“That’s all I can ask for.”
He kissed me again and we spent the rest of the night, holding each other and enjoying the soft silence that settled between us. We didn’t have to talk anymore, we understood each other.
Chapter Eighteen
“Grenade”
Jett
“Jesus, this thong is really riding up my ass,” Goldie said as she lifted off the limo seat and started digging around her backside. “I can’t seem to get a good grip. You know, you could order some underwear with just a tad more fabric. How would you like to wear fishing line up your ass all day?”
Shaking my head and smiling to myself, I watched her lift her gold floor-length gown up to her waist and reach behind where she found her thong.
“Sweet nipples, that feels good,” she said as she pulled out her thong. “You have no clue what it’s like to be a woman, the pain we go through to get a boner out of you.”
“You don’t have to do much, little one,” I responded as I shifted in place. Her underwear hunting left her gown up around her waist, giving me an amazing view of her lower half which only led to my dick wanting to play. It was so easy when it came to Goldie, she really didn’t have to do much.
Her head turned to my crotch and her eyes lit up as she looked up at me.
“My, oh my, where did that little guy come from?”
“You know damn well it’s not little.”
She placed her finger to her chin and contemplated for a second. “You know, I can’t really remember. You should whip it out so I can refresh my memory.”
“Nice try.” I adjusted my pants. “We are almost there. Now put your dress down before the driver comes to open our door and sees something that’s only meant for my eyes.”
Being the vixen she was, she leaned over and pressed her palm against my crotch, making me shift back in my seat and take a deep breath from her brazenness.
“Do you really want to leave me hanging like this?”
“Like what?” I asked as her breath tickled my neck. She didn’t kiss me, she just nuzzled me with her nose, sending chills down my neck.
“Like this.” She grabbed my hand and put it inside her thong. She was drenching. My eyes rose in surprise as I looked down at her. She pressed my fingers inside her slick folds and hummed in my ear. “I need you, Jett.”
I wanted to give her everything she ever wanted but I knew I couldn’t this time. We were so close to the event and we were already late because I found her naked in her bathroom getting ready and I had to take her right then and there, up against the mirror. Her moans rang through my ears as I drove deep inside her. It was erotic, it was sexy as hell and I still wasn’t satisfied. I couldn’t get enough of her once I gave myself over to her.
Cupping her chin, I brushed a kiss against her lips and said, “I want nothing more than to bury my fingers deep inside that sweet pussy of yours but we are almost at the venue. If we weren’t already late, I would ask the driver to circle the block but I can’t.”
Disappointment fell over her features as she started to push down her dress. My heart split in two from the look she was giving me.
“Please don’t think this means I don’t want you because fuck, I want you so bad.” I pressed her hand against my throbbing erection. “I want you more than anything.”
“I know,” she said and then shook her head to clear her thoughts. She puffed her chest and cleared her throat. “Okay, sorry. I can just get carried away sometimes.”
Needing to show her how much she means to me, I pinned her against the side of the vehicle and took her face in my hands. “When you get carried away, sometimes I feel like I’m the luckiest guy in the world. I look forward to when you get carried away, I just can’t right now. I’m sorry, Goldie.”
“It’s okay, Jett. I understand.”
I nodded my head and kissed her lips, lightly. I wasn’t into kissing, ever, that was until Goldie came along. It was like her lips were magnets and my lips were metal, I couldn’t stay away now that I had a taste.
The car pulled to a stop and I looked out the window, we were here. The Hopkins Social was one of the biggest socials of the year. It was to raise money for women’s shelters, something I felt strongly about especially since my mom stayed in one for a while. I did whatever I could to help out the shelters around the city because they not only gave people a second chance but they saved lives. When my mom was first thrown out on the streets by my heartless father, after she gave birth to me, she had no money and nowhere to go. The Hopkins Society helped my mom find a shelter and gave her a place to eat and sleep while she tried to find her way on Bourbon Street.
“Ready?” I asked as I turned back to Goldie who was more gorgeous than ever.
“Ready.” She smiled back at me.
Our driver opened our door and I stepped out first, then offered my arm to Goldie to grab on to. She plastered herself to my body as we walked together up the grand marble stairs of the Hopkins House which was also in the Garden District but farther east than my club.
“Wow, this place is breathtaking,” Goldie whispered under her breath as we walked in the entrance. She turned to me and said, “But not as nice as the club.”
“No need to flatter me, little one. You already have my heart.”
Her eyes lit up from my words and she snuggled in closer.
We walked down the hallway to the main ballroom where the social was taking place. The room was lit up in greens and golds which scattered along the walls and the lighting was dim but still bright enough to see everything. The Hopkins Society always put on a beautiful event and they didn’t disappoint this year.
“Mr. Colby, what a delight to see you,” Marcy Ruttherford said as she stepped toward me, wearing a fake mink around her shoulders and a little too much makeup for a seventy-year-old.
“Ms. Ruttherford, I’m so pleased that you were able to make it out tonight. How are you feeling?” She’s been struggling with her weight lately and there was speculation that she had cancer but she wouldn’t let anyone in on her personal life so it was always a surprise to see her at an event and looking well.
“Oh, just fine, dear. Who is this beauty with you tonight?” She looked over at Goldie with a genuine smile.
“This is Goldie, my date.”
“What a beautiful name, Goldie. It’s so lovely to meet you.”
Shaking hands, Goldie smiled and said, “The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Ruttherford. This is a spectacular room. The colors are gorgeous.”
“Why, thank you, sweetheart. The committee always puts together a wonderful palette of colors and décor for this event.” She looked around and waved to someone behind us. “If you will excuse me, I need to go play the part of gracious host.”
“No need to play it, Ms. Ruttherford. You are just a joyous host every year,” I replied.
Placing a gentle hand on my cheek she said, “You’re such a lovely boy.”
She quickly took off and left Goldie and I to finish entering the grand room.
“She was so sweet,” Goldie said as we walked toward the bar. The bar was always my first stop at an event. I needed a bourbon to get me through the night, especially when I had plans of talking to the Blarney brothers who were both city officials. I wanted to thank them for putting up an honest bid process for Lot 17. I was still reeling from Jeremy’s information, actually I was elated. My dad tried to work his cruel magic and it didn’t work. Smug bastard thought he could get whatever he wanted and he was put in his place. I couldn’t be happier.
“Jett Colby, what is a sorry son of a bitch like you doing here?” I heard as I put in our drink order. I turned to see Diego standing behind me. He eyed Goldie for a second and then cringed. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t know we were in a lady’s presence.”
“I see that Miss Mary’s classes haven’t been sticking,” I said as I shook Diego’s hand.
“It’s hard holding your tongue for so long,” Diego breathed out.
“I understand,” Goldie said, drawing both of our attention. “You have no clue how bad I want to rip this dress off, spread my legs and chug this drink while spouting out fuck in every different language.”
Shock crossed Diego’s face right before he threw his head back and full belly laughed. He clapped me on the shoulder and said, “Holy shit, where did you find this treasure?”
“Diego, this is Goldie. Goldie, please meet the very well-spoken Diego Muenez.”
Grabbing Goldie’s hand and kissing the back of it, Diego said, “Goldie, you look awfully familiar.” Diego eyed me and at that moment, I knew he knew Goldie was a Jett Girl but where I should be concerned I wasn’t because even though Diego had a little too much swagger for my liking, I could trust him, whole heartedly.
Goldie on the other hand, was like a deer caught in headlights, not knowing what to say.
I pulled her hand away and entwined it with mine. “Ignore him,” I said into her ear. Turning back to Diego, I addressed him. “What brings you here?”
“Same thing as you, man,” Diego spoke honestly. He never met my mom but he heard me talk about her when I was trying to help him move off the streets and start a new life. He would pay his respects when he got a chance and I felt honored that he came tonight.
I nodded in appreciation and surveyed the room. “Anyone I need to look out for?”
“Coast is clear,” Diego responded as he looked back at Goldie who was completely confused from our elusive conversation. “Now, how did you get wrapped up with the likes of this guy?”
Looking up at me with adoring eyes she said straight faced, “The tree trunk between his legs tricked me.” She was clearly feeling comfortable around Diego and knew she could be herself around him.
Diego slapped his hands together and said, “Damn, I like you.”
“Easy,” I warned him.
He put his hands up in defense but still smiled.
“What do you do?” Goldie asked, being herself and I loved it. I hated that she had to suppress her personality around the other assholes.
“I’m actually opening up a kink club. We are a couple months away from opening and I couldn’t be more excited. Still trying to find someone to help me paint some décor on the walls and I have to train the performers but other than that, we’re going to be ready for opening day.”
“Wow, a kink club. That sounds like fun,” Goldie replied while she tugged on my arm.
“Don’t get any ideas.”
Diego laughed and said, “There are private rooms for you two to hang out in if you don’t want to do anything out in the open.”
“When’s opening day?” Goldie asked, at least I thought she did. I was distracted by the tall, dark figure that just walked in the door. My father.
I stiffened from seeing him and prayed that he didn’t spot me but as he scanned the room, his eyes met mine and his brow creased in distaste. He pulled on his cufflinks and started walking my way.
Shit, I needed to get rid of Goldie and fast.
“Diego, why don’t you show Goldie the paintings over by the garden,” I interrupted.
Diego was about to chastise me for interrupting their conversation when he saw my face and then looked behind me. Realization hit him fast as he read in my eyes what I was trying to convey.
With a gentlemanly smile, he put out his arms and said, “Come with me, sweetheart.”
Looking up at me in question, I nodded at Goldie and encouraged her to follow him. She leaned up for a kiss but I could see my dad out of the corner of my eye so I instead turned toward the bar for a refresh of my drink. I could feel her eyes burn a hole in my back from my rejection but I couldn’t give her what she wanted, not when my dad was watching my every move.
Seconds later, after Diego guided Goldie away from me, I felt my dad’s presence step up behind me.
“Jett, what a pleasant surprise.”
Turning on my heels, I looked my dad up and down and said, “Wish I could say the same.”
His lips pursed as he took in my comment. “That is no way to talk to family.”
“I would hardly call you my family.”
“Apparently, because I thought I taught my son better manners.”
Not wanting to go around in circles, I said, “Is there something you wanted to say to me or can we go our separate ways?”
“I know you have a mole somewhere, digging up my personal business and you’re not going to like what transpires from your meddling.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t toy with me, boy,” Leo, my dad, said in a menacing voice. “When are you going to learn not to play with fire?”
I leaned forward and was smacked in the face by his expensive cologne; it had the ability to choke me with one deep breath. Steadying myself, I said, “When are you going to learn that even though you have money and you think you have power, you can’t get what you want by bribing people? No one likes you in this town and no one actually wants to do business with you. They only tolerate you because of the status you obtained over the years.”
Grinding on his teeth, he looked me up and down and said, “You think you’re so smart, don’t you, boy? Well, you’re not because I have something I can hold against you that can tear you down.”
“You have nothing,” I replied with confidence. “I run an honest business.”
Leo laughed, bordering on crazy as he took a sip of the drink that he was now holding, courtesy of the bartender.
“This has nothing to do with your business and everything to do with that fine little number you brought to this event.” Leo nodded toward where Diego and Goldie I presumed were. My back was turned toward them and I didn’t want to give my dad the knowledge that I knew what he was referring to.
“My date? What does she have anything to do with this?”
“Everything. I see the way you look at her, the way she was holding on to you. She’s everything to you.”
With my heart beating out of my chest and my blood pumping at an abnormal rate, I tried to even my breathing as I answered my dad. I didn’t want him to make any connection between Goldie and me because he would take no prisoners. I cursed myself as I thought about how I was right at first for not bringing Goldie to these events. I was so fucking right. I knew this was going to happen, that I would run into my dad and he would try to use Goldie against me. I fucking knew it.
Taking a deep breath, I said, “That’s where you’re wrong. She means nothing to me. She’s the one who hit the jackpot tonight and won the honor of escorting me to this event. She is nothing but a cheap whore I found on Bourbon Street.”
Leo nodded his head, with a sly grin. “I’m not buying it. I know she stays with you, shares your bed.”
Trying not to grow agitated, I replied, “Like I said, she’s nothing to me. She is a good fuck that I’m using until I get bored again which frankly I am. She offered herself up to me in the car and I wanted nothing to do with it. She’s washed up.”
Eyeing me like he was trying to see right through me, I held my stance, showing no tells.
Rubbing his chin with his hand, he said, “You surprise me, Jett. Just when I think that you’re nothing like my son, you go and say something like that and I get the sense of pride that you are in fact my kin.” He took another sip of his drink and then eyed me. “Either way, stay out of my business or I will find a way to take you down, even if that means taking care of the girls that you’re…bored with.”
With that, Leo walked away, leaving me with the chance to finally exhale. I ran my hand through my hair and thought about what just happened. Leo was onto me and it was frightening to think about what my dad was capable of when it came to Goldie. He showed no mercy whatsoever and wouldn’t show any when it came to taking me down. If he ever got his hands on Goldie, who knew what he would do.
Swallowing a bit of bile that rose from the thought, I turned to look for Diego and Goldie but when I scanned the room, I didn’t see them together, only Diego who was looking around just like me. We spotted each other and started to converge together in the middle of the room.
When we stood in front of each other, I asked, “Where is she?”
“I have no clue. She said she wanted a quick drink and took off before I could go get one for her. Next thing I know, she disappeared.”
“Fuck,” I muttered as I grabbed the back of my neck and scanned the room again.
Fear pricked my stomach as I thought about where I stood and where the drinks were. Did she hear me talk to my dad?
“Holy shit, I need to find her,” I said, forgetting all my manners. I was usually more eloquent but when I had fear pounding against my chest, I lost all ability to be a gentleman. “Where do you think she went?”
We both looked around the room and then turned back to each other.
“Go check the bathroom, I’m going to run a perimeter around the room and then check outside.”
Diego nodded his head and we parted. I spent the next half hour searching for my little one in the gold dress but came up short. She was nowhere. I sent a text to Diego to let him know that I was headed back to the club to look for her. The short ride back seemed like hours but once we rolled up to the front gate, I blasted through the door and jogged up the sidewalk. I was about to enter through the front door when I saw a movement from the corner of my eye on the porch. I turned to see if it was Goldie and was slammed up against the wall of the club.
“What the fuck?” I shouted as strong hands pressed against my chest.
“I should be asking you the same thing,” Kace’s menacing tone breathed near my ear.
Lifting my knee and driving it into Kace’s stomach, I was able to release myself from his ironclad grip as he buckled over.
“Where is she?” I asked, not willing to be very patient.
“Where do you think? She’s in her room.” Before I could move, Kace grabbed me and said, “Did you mean all that bullshit you said?”
“Are you fucking high? Of course not!”
“Then why say it?”
“I was talking to my dad. He threatened to hurt Goldie because he thought she was getting close to me which he’s fucking right.” Running my hands over my face, I breathed out. “I couldn’t stand the thought of Goldie getting pulled into this fucked up mess so I did what I had to do, I made it seem like she meant nothing to me.”
“But she does…” Kace stated.
“She means everything to me,” I choked out, leaving Kace behind and walking up to her room, praying that she was still wearing her necklace but preparing myself for the worst.
Chapter Nineteen
“Ghost”
Lo
My face was buried in my pillow as I cried uncontrollably. Babs was rubbing my back, trying to comfort me but it was no good, Jett’s words rang through my head on replay. He actually admitted that he turned me away in the car because he wasn’t interested anymore, that I was nothing to him.
I tried to tell myself that he wasn’t telling the truth, that he was putting on a front because he’s Jett Colby and wasn’t used to being attached to someone but still, the words he spat out were so disrespectful, they hurt¸ no matter what context they were in.
The moment I heard Jett’s words, I spun around, ditched Diego and called Kace to come pick me up. He was less than happy to be my personal chauffer because apparently he was in the middle of hooking up with someone but the moment he saw me, his stern face turned soft and he held my hand all the way back to the club, trying to calm my ragged breathing and saying sweet things to me.
When we got back to the club, he walked me up to my room which was where we ran into Babs. They helped me into my bed as I explained to the both of them what happened. Kace’s face grew angrier each second and when I was done, he tore out of the room and never returned. I was nervous of what he was going to do, especially to Jett but I didn’t care that much because my heart was ripping from my chest.
Once again, I was riding on the roller coaster that was Jett Colby and it just seemed like I kept getting burned.
“I’m going to rip his nuts off,” Babs said as she continued to rub my back. I couldn’t reply because my throat was too tight from crying. I wasn’t much of a crier but when you embarrass me like that, when you insult me, it’s hard for me to control my emotions.
“That’s not necessary,” came that deep southern voice from the opening of my room. I heard Babs gasp but I didn’t turn to see who it was. His voice and aura ate up all the air in the room in one fell swoop.
“You have some nerve coming up here,” Babs defended me.
“Save it, Babs. You’re excused.”
“To hell I am. I’m not leaving her with you.”
The irritation in Jett’s voice grew. “Have you failed to remember who makes the decisions around here?”
“Nope, pretty sure I remember it’s a giant dickhead who walks around thinking he’s better than everyone.”
“Babs, I’m not fucking playing around with you. Leave,” he gritted out, sending chills through my bones.
She hesitated before she leaned down to me and said, “I’ll have a machete on hold if you want to use it.” A small smile played at the corner of my mouth as I nodded my head into my pillow. I might just need that machete after I was done with him.
“Shut the door,” Jett said as I felt him come closer.
I coiled up farther, as small as I could go because right now, I didn’t want him near me, touching me. His touch was deadly to me. With one touch, he had the ability to make me forget all his past transgressions and do whatever he wanted.
The soft click of my door rang through the room, letting me know that I was fully alone with Jett now. The bed dipped as he sat down next to me, but I continued to look away. I didn’t want to see him and I didn’t want him to see me like this. I was a pathetic mess.
From the touch of his hand to my back, I recoiled away from him, trying to stay as far away as possible. I needed to avoid his heated touch; it was the only way I would be able to stay away, to keep my distance.
“Goldie, please talk to me.”
The only noises escaping me were the little sobs that wouldn’t stop, that kept drenching my pillow until it felt like the entire thing was soaked.
“Goldie, please…”
Nope, nothing was coming out, even if I wanted to. I completely lost it. Everything came tumbling down as I cried harder into my pillow. The strong confident woman I once was, was long gone and in her place was a meager woman whose life revolved around a man’s touch. There were glimpses of the real me every once in a while but there was something about Jett that made me crazy, that made me into a different person that needed him so damn bad that if I didn’t get all of him, I turned into a repressed, pathetic mess.
Jett’s weight lifted off the bed and his footsteps retreated. More tears fell as I thought about how easily he was giving up. He could have at least fought a little harder, maybe explain himself. But that wasn’t the stoic man’s prowess, nope he walked away when things got tough and he never opened himself up so why would he start now?
I sucked in a deep breath as I prepared for a long night of overthinking everything I did to deserve such treatment and trying to decide what to do in the morning.
Just when I was gearing up for a long night full of tears and heartache, Jett’s silhouette stood in front of me and what I could see from my vantage point was he’d lost his tie and jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his smooth and muscular chest. He wasn’t playing fair.
He sat down on my bed, and slid down next to me so our faces were inches apart and our bodies were feeding heat off each other.
His hand gravitated toward my hair and put it behind my ear, revealing my bloodshot eyes. Luckily, Babs was nice enough to wipe my makeup off so I didn’t look like a crazed melting lunatic. I was still in my dress but my shoes were on the ground, along with my purse and phone.
“I’m so sorry you had to hear me say those horrible words earlier,” he spoke softly, as if it actually pained him for what happened.
Irritated with him, I tried to turn away but his strong hands stopped me.
“Please just listen to me, Goldie.”
Not saying anything to him, I stayed still and waited for him to continue. I was actually interested to hear his reasoning, to see how he dug himself out of this hole.
Pressing his hand against my face, he made me look at him and that’s when I lost it because I wasn’t looking at the strong man who dominated the bedroom and exuded confidence everywhere he went, no, instead I was staring into the eyes of a confused and lost man who looked like his heart was breaking in half.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to will the image out of my mind but there was no use, it was engrained in my mind, he was engrained in my mind.
“Goldie.” His voice rang out tight, as if a vise was closing in on him. “Please look at me.”
Mustering all the courage in my body, I opened my eyes and stared into his pools of deep blue that were laced with regret.
He exhaled and gripped my face with both hands.
“You’re fucking annihilating me right now. Seeing you like this, it’s gutting me, little one.” I tried pulling away but he stopped and looked down at my neck. His fingers grazed my necklace as he swallowed hard. “You’re still wearing it.” His gaze went back to my face, showing a broken down man, it was too much to take in.
“Goldie, I want you to know that what you heard was so far from the truth. I can’t get into it too much because I will not allow you to get wrapped up in my fucked-up world but that man I was talking to would do anything to bring me down and he saw my weakness, he saw right through me and I had to deflect him, make him think differently.”
“Your weakness?” I croaked out, my eyes growing heavy from crying for too long.
“You Goldie, you’re my weakness and he saw that.”
“How?” I sniffed.
Caressing my face gently, he said, “By the way I held you, looked at you, worshipped the ground you walked on. He saw it all and he fucking called me out on it.” Jett pulled away, frustrated with himself.
“What does it matter?”
Turning back toward me, he answered, “Because he is dangerous…”
I huffed and tried to turn away again but he stopped me and pulled me back in his direction.
“I’m not fucking kidding,” he warned. “He is a desperate man who would do anything and I mean anything to get what he wanted, even if that meant harming you. He wouldn’t think twice about it.”
The concern in his eyes made me realize that he was serious and not bullshitting me for his own benefit.
“Does this have to do with Lot 17?” I asked, trying to piece everything together.
“I don’t want to get into that right now.”
“That means yes,” I interrupted.
Ignoring me, he continued, “What I want to talk about is what you heard and how everything about it was a lie. You’re everything to me, Goldie. Slowly, you have widdled your heart into mine and have stolen every part of my body. You own me, Goldie, and there is no one that I want more, no one that I want to hold more and no one that I want to wear my necklace more than you.”
A stray tear trickled down my cheek as I blinked away others.
“Why is it so hard?”
Rubbing my face with his thumbs, he said, “Because my life is so messed up that I just had to drag you into it because the moment I saw you in the cemetery, I couldn’t walk away. So now you have to deal with my bullshit emotions, my inability to be the man that you need and horrible people in my life who want nothing but my money and power.”
“You’re so much more than that,” I confessed, as I watched the strong man I once knew continue to crumble into a pile right in front of me. No wonder he kept this side away from me for so long, it was gut-wrenching to see him so emotionally drained.
Shaking his head, he pulled away a little and looked at something over my shoulder, like he was contemplating. “There is so much you don’t know that I’m terrified to tell you and I know you need to know, to understand me, but I can’t, I just can’t, especially with everything that is going on.”
“I understand that but you not telling me is slowly tearing me apart. If you only warned me tonight, I could have been prepared for what you said.”
“I didn’t think I would run into him there,” Jett stated agitated with himself. “He wasn’t supposed to be there.”
“Well now that I know, I can be prepared for next time.”
“There won’t be a next time,” he stated without hesitation.
I sat up and looked down at him. He avoided all eye contact with me.
“What do you mean there won’t be a next time? Don’t you have other events you have to go to? Don’t you have some more ass kissing you have to do?”
“Yes, but you’re not going.”
“Because of one asshole?”
The bed rocked as Jett sat up straight and looked me dead in the eyes. “What are you not getting about this? He is a dangerous man, incredibly dangerous and has no problem getting rid of someone to get what he wants. I swore I would do anything to protect you, to keep you safe and I will live up to that. You’re not to go to any events and you are to stay in the club until further notice.”
