Текст книги "Forever a Jett Girl "
Автор книги: Meghan Quinn
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2
“Bang Bang”
Rex
The phone rang in my ear and I impatiently waited for Leo to pick up. Kitten showing up at my door was exactly what we wanted. We knew only time would tell when Goldie would come running from Jett. We pushed him to his limit and made him drive her away. Who was he trying to kid? We had seen his passion for my Kitten ever since Leo called Jett out on his new girl. It was written all over him. I wasn’t sure if he loved her, but he had deep feelings for Kitten…that was unmistakable.
“Yes,” Leo grunted into the phone.
“She’s with me.”
There was a pause on the phone before Leo spoke. “Goldie?”
“Yes, she came over tonight, asking for a place to stay, a place far away from Jett.”
“She’s in your house?” he asked with a little bit of disbelief. We were hoping she would find her way to me when she was ready, but we weren’t sure it would actually happen, especially since she left the Lafayette Club a while ago.
“Yes, she’s upstairs.”
“Is she still attached to Jett? You know we can’t have any complications.”
“No, she’s not wearing a collar.”
“She’s not? That’s interesting. He must have really done a number on her. That bastard of a son of mine never knew a good thing when it smacked him in the head. He’s willing to give up Goldie for Lot 17. Never thought I would see the day.”
“I know.”
“Did you take away all of her communication?”
“No, I didn’t take her phone, why should I?”
Leo blew out a frustrated breath, and I could envision him running his hand through his hair. Like father like son. “Because, what if she’s playing you? What if she’s lying? We can’t be too cautious right now, Rex.”
“She said she’s no longer with him, that she wants nothing to do with him,” I responded with confidence. I saw it in her eyes; she was done with Jett Colby.
“And you believed that? Why?” Leo asked, growing irritated with me.
The moment I went into business with Leo, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. He was just as stubborn as his son, but when it came to trusting someone else, Leo had zero trust. He was constantly checking on me, making sure I was making the right moves. It had started to get annoying…the fact that he thought he could make all the decisions in our partnership. I was not one to be micro-managed, especially since what we had was a partnership, something he often forgot.
“Because I can trust her,” I spat back. “She’s desperate, Leo, she’ll do anything to not have to live on the streets again.”
“Desperate enough to be one of the girls?”
“No, she will not be a girl, not just yet. I gave her a manager position at first…”
“Why the fuck would you do that? You know the plan. She is to be one of the girls, not some damn manager.”
Rage boiled inside of me from Leo chastising my decisions, once again. I knew what the hell I was doing. I didn’t need him riding me about it. Even though he thought he knew everything, he really didn’t. The one thing he didn’t know was Goldie. She was headstrong, stubborn, and could be flaky. I wasn’t about to act on our plan the first second she walked through my door. No, I had to ease her in, show her that I can give her everything, and then when she’s settled, when she thinks she couldn’t have it any better, I would take it all away from her.
Taking a deep breath, I answered, “Because, I can’t just force her to be the main attraction of the club at first. I have to gain her trust, give her everything she needs and then break her down, take away her entire life in exchange for what we want. It’s all about manipulating your subject.”
This was true, it was how I had done it with the other three girls who’d signed on to the club. I promised them a life they couldn’t possibly dream of, lavished them with everything they could want, learned their innermost secrets…secrets that were not to be spoken of, and then when they were content, I turned their secrets against them. I forcefully threatened to expose their misdoings, had them sign a contract, and then took all of their privileges away. It was the only way I could get them to do what they would be offering to the men of my club. It was either fuck or get fucked for them.
“You better be right. We have plans for her, Rex. She is the key to bringing Jett to his knees, and you and I both want that.”
“I know; we’ll get what we want. We’ll be sure to prove to Jett never to fuck with us,” I replied, while walking down the hall.
“Very well. Don’t fuck this up, Rex. Goldie is in your hands. Be sure to show her who’s in charge of this city…who owns this city.”
“I will.”
We both hung up the phone and I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. Things were finally starting to fall into place. Lot 17 was so close to being in our grasp; we had the winning pawn to the game we were playing with Jett, and I could see the total destruction of the man in the near future. It wouldn’t be too long until we had Goldie under our command, only to annihilate Jett.
3
“Gone”
Jett
I’ve suffered losses in my life, losses that have shaped me into be the man I am today, that have taught me valuable lessons, and that have inspired me to be a better person. But I’ve never experienced such a loss as I did the moment Goldie took off her collar.
From the window of her bedroom, I watched as a cab pulled up outside the back of Diego’s club and took my Little One away, leaving me a broken and bitter man.
Her words kept resonating through my head, “Have faith in the power I have.”
From the very beginning, when I asked her to stay with Diego and trust what I was doing for the both of us, I asked her to have faith, faith in me and faith in us, but now with the tables reversed, with her doing the protecting, my faith was non-existent and the main reason was because the one hold I had over her, the one object that gave me security in our commitment to each other was now lying neatly in a box in my hands.
My heart was rapidly beating in my chest, hammering against my ribcage, begging to be taken back by Goldie, to sit in her perfect little hands.
Not able to stand from the blinding pain that was ricocheting through my body, I sat on her bed and dropped the box I was holding to the ground so I could grip my head. Like a madman, I pulled on my hair, trying to figure out what Goldie was up to, why she found it necessary to leave me, to do this all on her own.
A small knock sounded at the door, disrupting my thoughts. I didn’t have the energy to look up, so I just mumbled for whoever it was to come in.
The creak of the door echoed through the empty room and the heavy footsteps of Diego entered. I’ve known Diego for a while now, and I’ve been quite fond of him, but today, after he brought Goldie to the party, a dark part of me wanted to take him out, destroy him…because by some off-chance if he hadn’t taken Goldie to the ball, maybe, just maybe, she would be in my arms right now.
“What do you want?” I said in a gruff tone, trying to hide the pain in my voice.
“Listen, Jett, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
I tilted my head up ever so slightly so I was just barely looking at the man. He was strong and confident, arrogant at times, just like me, but where I excelled in hiding my emotions, Diego did not. Visibly, he was shaken from seeing Goldie leave; I could see it in his stature.
“Diego, I’m going to make this very easy on you. You’re going to tell me exactly what Goldie said to you before the party, and then you’re going to get the fuck out of my sight. Got it?”
The menacing tone in my voice was clearly heard by Diego, as he took a deep breath and then rested his body against the doorframe and ran his hand over his face.
“Fine. Goldie came up to me while I was eating a sandwich and asked me about Lot 17. She wanted to know everything and I told her. I told her about your dad, about what Lot 17 entailed and what you wanted to do with it. I told her what I knew.”
“Why?” I asked while standing up, growing angrier by the second. “Why would you tell her when you knew I specifically wanted to keep her out of it and as far away as possible?”
“Besides the fact that she practically ripped my nipple off? She deserved to know. You were stringing her along, keeping her in the dark, she was bound to do something. If I didn’t tell her, she would have gone off to find her own answers, and who knows what would have happened then.”
With precision, I picked up the box with Goldie’s collar in it that I’d dropped, and walked over to Diego, where I stood an inch away from him. Taking in a deep breath, I sized him up and said, “Meddling in my relationship, trying to fix a problem that wasn’t yours to fix will not go unnoticed, Diego.”
“Is that a threat?” Diego asked, feeling more confident now.
“It damn well is. Don’t meddle in my life, because it’s going to come back and burn you.”
“Funny thing is, Jett, you’re the one who brought her here; you’re the one who needed a safe haven for her, and I provided that. Just because you wanted to keep her in the dark doesn’t mean I had to. She deserved to know.”
“That wasn’t your decision to make,” I said, raising my voice.
“Someone had to tell her, and your arrogant ass wasn’t going to, so I did.”
“You’re dead to me,” I huffed out, as I pushed past him, knocking his shoulder on the way.
“Blaming me for your problems isn’t going to help. You know I’m not the reason this happened. Try pointing the finger at yourself. Relationships are about being open and honest. You failed in that aspect when it came to Goldie, and you’re the reason why she left,” Diego pointed out, as I stopped halfway down the hallway.
“Relationship advice coming from someone who has been unsuccessful at keeping his own submissive longer than a few months…think I’ll pass.”
With that, I walked down the stairs of Diego’s club and out to the idling car that was waiting for me. My driver opened my door for me and drove me back to the Lafayette Club.
Diego’s words ran through my mind as I watched the lights of Bourbon street filter through the side streets of the French Quarter. Scandal and debauchery were conducted every night on Bourbon, yet, were wiped away in the morning; if only life was that simple. If only I was able to sweep away my problems like the sanitation crew of Bourbon Street did.
Life was never that easy, though. Life was never easy for me, from the day I was born, I had drawn a bad hand. I was privileged; I had everything I ever wanted. Money wasn’t ever an issue, stature was a given, popularity and fame were something I exuded every day without even trying. I was given a posh life, but that was to the outside eye.
Internally, I struggled every day. My father tried to shape and mold me into the man he was; he kept me away from my mother, destroyed her life right in front of me, and mentally abused me every damn day of my life, telling me I would never live up to his expectations.
The one thing I craved, the one thing I yearned for from the cold-hearted bastard was love, a simple gesture, an unconditional feeling that a father should have for his son, but I was never granted such a concession. Instead, I was mentally assaulted by my father, forced to grow up faster than any kid should, and turned into an emotionless man who sought love in the wrong places.
The only time in my life I ever felt happy, ever felt that unconditional feeling that I’ve craved ever since I was a little boy was when Goldie was in my arms, smiling up at me and busting my balls every chance she got. She was the one true delight to grace my life, and as usually happened in the abhorrent life I lead, she was taken from me.
She was taken away from me not because of Diego, not because of my miscommunication, no, she was taken away from me because of my father, because he saw I was happy and wanted nothing more than to ruin that happiness.
One way or another, I was going to make sure my dad paid. I was going to make sure he got what he deserved. He was a vile, heinous human being, who didn’t deserve to live the life he was leading. He needed to be brought down.
The minute the car arrived at the Lafayette Club, I didn’t wait for my driver to hold the door open. Instead, I bolted out of the car and headed to the back of the club, to Kace’s room. Not even bothering to knock, since Kace didn’t show me the same decency, I barged through his door, but regretted it the minute I heard a girl scream.
In Kace’s bed, was a very naked Kace and a similarly naked Pepper.
“What the fuck?” I roared as I spotted their guilty faces.
Pepper covered up with a sheet, which was asinine, given the fact that I’ve seen her naked too many times to count, and tried to push her hair out of her face. While Pepper covered up, the very cocky and pompous Kace turned away from Pepper and sat on the edge of his bed, not caring one bit about his nudity.
“Do you care to explain yourself?” I asked, ready to plow my fist through Kace’s face. Too much had happened in one night, and Kace was about to see all my frustration lashed out on him.
“Not really. Care to fucking knock?” he asked, while folding his hands in his lap, dick still erect.
“How long has this been going on? Is she the only one? Or have you been fucking all of them behind my back?”
“Why do you even care?”
“Because they’re Jett Girls; they belong to me. They are contracted for my pleasure, not yours.”
The words coming out of my mouth were vulgar, they were flagrant, and they were not me. I didn’t think of the girls that way; I considered them more as friends than anything, especially since Goldie entered my life.
The rage boiling up in my body was too much and there was only one cure, but unfortunately, that cure was taken away from me today.
Shaking my head, I turned around and started heading out of Kace’s room while I called over my shoulder, “Start finding a replacement Jett Girl.”
“What?!” Pepper yelled, as she stumbled out of bed and pulled on my shoulder. “You’re seriously kicking me out of the club? You can’t be serious. What am I supposed to do? Just not get any while you and Goldie fuck like rabbits upstairs? How is that fair?”
Slowly, I turned around and faced Pepper. With a steely voice, I looked her in the eyes and said, “Did you or did you not sign a contract?”
Taking a second to answer, she finally nodded her head as anguish laced through her eyes. “You can’t do this to me, Jett. I need the club; I’m not ready to leave. Please, Jett.”
I ran my hand over my face and then looked her in the eyes. “The replacement isn’t for you, Pepper.”
Kace approached Pepper and me, wearing shorts now, and asked, “Who’s the replacement for, Babs?”
“No,” I said, while turning around to head up to my third floor. “The replacement is for Goldie; she’s done.”
Not wanting to talk anymore, I left without answering their questions. I was too tired, too drained to deal with anything.
Pepper and Kace? How long had that been going on? I really couldn’t be mad, and if I was honest, I wasn’t mad. I actually couldn’t care less. If they wanted to have sex, then by all means, let them have sex. I was at a point in my life where the Bourbon Room was meant for one Jett Girl and one Jett Girl alone.
The minute I got to my office, I poured myself a generous glass of bourbon and sat in my chair, facing the window, so I could look out at the streets of the Garden District. The streets were clear and the pale light of the moon shone down on the trees that covered the sidewalks like a canopy. I used to take pleasure in the view from my office, feeling like I could see all the sinners and saints from my desk chair, but now, the world was just black and white to me; the color that once filled it was gone.
The stairs up to the third floor creaked, and I knew it was Kace; I didn’t have to turn around to confirm my suspicion. I was surprised it took him so long to actually come up to check on me.
“Dude, what’s going on?” he said, as he sat in the chair in front of my desk.
Not turning around, I answered, “She left me; she gave me back my collar.”
“Why?” Kace asked, sounding just as distraught as me.
“Didn’t quite get a clear answer about that,” I said, as I turned around and rested my hands on my desk. “She said it was about time someone protected me, and that she would be back, but…” I shook my head as I gathered myself. “She took it off, Kace. She took off her necklace. What the hell am I supposed to think? That was the one thing I could rely on, the one piece of security I had when it came to keeping Goldie as mine. Now what?”
“She said she would be back?”
“Apparently, but I have no clue if it’s the truth, if she was just stringing me along. Fuck,” I swore, as I took a huge gulp of my bourbon. “Kace, I can’t function. I don’t know where the fuck she is, what she’s doing, or who she’s with. What does she think she’s doing? Going to ride into who knows where and start karate chopping people?”
“I wouldn’t put it past her,” Kace joked. “I’m sure she has a plan.”
I gave Kace a pointed look. “This is Goldie we’re talking about.”
“True,” Kace said. “She’s a wild card, though, no one knows what she’ll do, let alone what will come out of her mouth. You have to have faith in her, Jett.”
And there it was. That’s what this all came down to, faith.
But to me, without being able to have any control over the situation, I had a pretty hard time having faith. Ever since I could remember, I’ve always had control in every aspect of my life, even when I was living under my father’s roof, I had control, but with Goldie, I lacked that control. She really was a wild card, and taming her was an enjoyable challenge for me, but right now, I fucking wished she just would have let me take care of things.
I felt helpless.
Needing to change the subject, I sat back in my chair and asked, “How long have you and Pepper been fucking?”
The eloquence my dad tried to instill in me at a young age quickly vanished the minute my world was flipped upside down. Now, I really didn’t give a fuck what came out of my mouth. I had no filter.
Shifting in his chair, Kace answered, “Not that long. This was only the second time we’ve been together. First time was a drunken mistake, second time was a horny one.”
“Not getting any lately?” I asked, while finishing off my glass.
“Been kind of difficult lately, given all the bullshit happening around here. Haven’t really had much time to go pussy perusing.”
“So, might as well dip your pen in the company ink.”
“Hell, you do it,” Kace replied with a smirk. “Why can’t the right hand man get a little action?”
“Have you ever touched Goldie?”
I knew the answer, I didn’t even have to ask it, but the jealous fool I was let the question flow out of my mouth.
“No,” Kace answered, while looking me square in the eyes. “We both know she wouldn’t do anything with me.”
“But you would welcome it?”
Why I felt the need to torture myself, I had no clue.
“Yes, no doubt about it,” Kace answered honestly. “Every damn day of my life I wish Goldie had never signed the contract, because the minute she left this club, I would have jumped on the opportunity to make her mine. She’s, by far, the most uniquely beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
I ground my teeth while I listened to Kace. I only had myself to blame for the answer to the question, but I was in a masochistic kind of mood and apparently was trying to sink myself into a deeper hole of depression.
“If you can’t handle the truth, then don’t ask,” Kace said, noticing my discomfort.
He was right, I shouldn’t have asked, but I couldn’t help it. I hated that he liked her, possibly had stronger feelings for her, feelings that only I should have for my Little One.
“I hate that you have feelings for her,” I replied, voicing my thoughts. “It drives me insane that I see the same look in your eyes that I have for her.”
Kace shrugged and sat forward in his chair.
“We might have the same feelings, but the difference between you and me is that she only has eyes for you. From the very beginning, she’s always been made for you.”
She might have been made for me, but I didn’t deserve her. It was God’s cruel joke, to grant me such a beautiful and vivacious woman, but take her away the minute I open up, the minute I fall for her.
I was about to answer Kace back when my phone chimed with a text message. Desperate to hear from Goldie, I pulled out my phone and read the message. Unfortunately, it wasn’t from Goldie, it was from Rex Titan.
Rex Titan: Funny little visitor I had tonight, looking for a place to stay, a place as far away from your controlling dictatorship as possible. I will be sure to keep her nice and warm in my bed for you.
Pure rage rapidly flowed through my body as I read the text message from Rex a few times over and over again. Not just rage, but embarrassment…embarrassment for, once again, not being able to hold on to a woman, for once again losing another woman to Rex. I should have known.
Kace was badgering to know who the text was from, but shame washed over me, so instead of letting him know what was going on, I put on a strong façade, looked Kace in the eyes, and said, “Find a replacement for Goldie. We’ll need one with Babs doing a new night course for her business and Goldie no longer being a Jett Girl.”
“Jett…”
“Do your job and find a fucking replacement,” I gritted out, not wanting to hear Kace’s lecture.
“Fine,” Kace conceded, while getting out of his chair. “Same contract?”
Did I want the same contract? Did I want to revert back to my old ways of calling up a girl every night?
Turning around in my chair to look out the window again, I lightly said, “Same contract.”
