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Chapter 11

Blood only to find out she was taken not even a mile away from our house by the Abazi family, which makes me think they are the ones who planted the bomb in Dario’s Suburban. It’s been a mess, to say the least. We just need to figure out a way to get Giovanna and Antonio out of there and ship them off somewhere before they kill her. We honestly don’t know who to trust anymore, and that alone is becoming a huge problem.

After Mr. Charles eats his meal, we followed him home, and now have him strapped to a chair and gagged in his living room. The man has already pissed himself, which only tells me he knows something.

“Are you ready to talk?” I ask as he yells into the gag. Jade taps my shoulder and I step away from the fat man shaking in the chair.

“Knife,” she says, sticking out her hand. Spade laughs as I place a dagger in her hand and kiss her forehead.

“It’s Dario's. I’ve been meaning to give it to you,” I whisper as she stands on her tippy toes, placing a kiss on my lips. She takes a step back from me and walks over to Mr.Charles. I truly love the fear rippling through his body. It makes me giddy, especially since I have killed no one since the night I gave Jade the ring. She never takes it off, so this is exciting, but I want to make this quick.

I miss my little munchkin, Hazel, and I hate not being home for our bedtime ritual, and I bet she’s missing it too. There is nothing in this world more precious than seeing her smile while her eyes light up as the three of us read Goldilocks to her. Jade rocks her as she watches us put on a show for her. Hazel coming into the world made me soft, but only for her.

The love she unlocked ,deep in my soul, is unconditional and I never knew it was hiding there until the moment I held her and she looked up at me with her bi-colored eyes, wrapping her tiny hand around my finger. It truly settled me. It was like this was all meant to happen. Not the losing Dario part, but Jade bearing our children and showing us what a family is and how much love we have to give, even if the love from our own parents was stripped from us and non-existent. Jaxon has wormed himself into my heart too, but there’s something about Hazel that hits differently. I love both of our kids, but maybe it's a girl thing. Jade warned me that a man loves their daughters harder than their sons and vice versa for moms. So I guess she was right, yet again. The scent of blood brings me back to the present.

“Who signed that will? I will not ask again.” She spits, cutting down his suit shirt. Spade takes out his gun, cocking it, pressing the barrel against Mr. Charles’ temple.

“When she asks you a question. You fucking answer.” He growls, smacking the gun across his forehead. He screams into the gag as Jade slices down his chest. The scent of blood permeates the air, sending me back to a memory I’ve been dying to do again.

“Princess,” I say as she spins around with a towel in her hand.

“Hey, Baby, I didn’t hear you come in,” she replies as I step into her space.

“As much as I love seeing you doing domestic shit, I have a bone to pick with you,” I say, taking the towel from her hand and throwing it on the top of the dryer.

“What did I do now?” she asks, rolling her eyes. Wrapping my hand around her throat, I squeeze gently as her eyes roll.

“You didn’t tell me you have your period. I’ve been wondering for the past twenty-four hours why I smell blood, and when I went to take a piss, I saw your used tampon,” I say, and her eyes widen.

“Tell me you didn’t?” She gasps and I chuckle.

“Yes, I fucking did, and now I’m feral for more.” I growl, pressing my lips against hers.

“You’re fucking disgusting. Don’t kiss me. Asshole.” She spits, pushing me away and I laugh, pressing my body into hers only for her to step back into the washing machine.

“This is what’s going to happen. You’re going to take that sexy ass out of this room and down the hall to our new bedroom. You are to strip and get on the fucking bed,” I demand, releasing her neck.

“Jamie, no. I’m bleeding too heavy for this type of play.” she says, and I shake my head.

“That only makes me want you more. Now move, my little blood slut,” I command, stepping out of her way. She eyes me for a second before exiting the laundry room. I grab a towel from the dryer then follow behind her, but she stops and turns towards me.

“But Hazel?” she says, and I shake my head.

“Spade is putting her down for a nap. Get moving,” I say, and she continues down the hall, passing the kids' room and into our new wing of the house. She opens our door, stepping into the room, and removes her shirt as she walks to the bed. I close the door softly behind me, removing my shirt.

Walking around her, I place the towel at the edge of the bed as she slides her leggings and panties down her legs. I watch as she bends over, seeing the string nestled between her lips makes my mouth water.

Unbuckling my pants, I take them off along with my boxers and stand behind her, rubbing my hard cock against her ass as I wrap my arms around her waist, grabbing both tits in my hands, squeezing them as milk dribbles from her hard nipples. She moans, pressing her ass against me as her hands rub up and down my thighs. I continue to knead her breasts as her nails dig into my skin. My jaw tightens the harder she digs into me. I roll my thumbs over her nipples, letting more milk drip onto my fingers before bringing them to my mouth, sucking them clean.

“So fucking good, Princess. Now get on the bed. Hands and knees, baby. Just like that one time on the pool table,” I order as her knees hit the mattress. She spreads her legs wide, arching her back, sticking her ass out for me. I growl as I slide down to my knees and lick each thigh, biting them, making sure I leave teeth marks in my wake. Her legs quiver the closer I get to her pussy as I run my tongue over her hole, tugging the cotton string with my teeth. I glide my hands up the backs of her thighs and press my thumb against her tight hole.

“Breathe in for me, then exhale, Princess,” I say as I take my free hand and tug the string, pulling out her tampon.

“Jamie, don’t. Please don’t,” she begs and I slap her ass with the bloody cotton before placing it on the floor next to me. She whimpers as I tug her pierced clit, circling my tongue around it.

“Fuck, Jamie.” She whines as she rocks against me. Releasing her clit, I lick back up to her hole, sliding my tongue inside as my taste buds burst from her copper flavor. I press the tip of my thumb into her tight hole as I flick her clit with my other finger, lapping up her blood. I swallow everything she gives me as her moans echo the room.

“I’m going to cum. Fuck.” She screams as her pussy gushes against my lips, blood pouring down my face as she cums.

“Jay, Jay,” Spade says and I’m thrusted into the present again. Shaking my head of the memory, I look over at him with wide eyes.

“You okay. I’ve been calling your name for the past couple of minutes,” he says, and I shake my head again.

“My bad. I was thinking about the time I ate Jade’s bloody cunt,” I say with a chuckle and he laughs, too.

“Well, no wonder why you missed everything,” he says with a raised brow. Looking around the room, Jade is nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Jade?” I ask in a panic.

“She’s throwing up in the kitchen. She was fine one minute while she was carving into the lying prick, then the next she dropped the knife, covering her mouth and hauling ass to the kitchen,” he says, and my eyes go wide.

“She’s never shied away from blood or carving into someone. What the fuck?” I say with concern laced in my tone. But before he can respond, she comes back into the room, not making any eye contact.

“Did he finally fess up?” she asks, as his screams permeate the air.

“Fucking gag him. I’m more concerned about why you are throwing up in the middle of a kill?” I say, walking up to her, but she shakes her head.

“Not now!” she commands, and I shake my head.

“No, Jade. Spill. What the fuck is going on?” I spit and she slides her hand into her pocket, retrieving a picture and placing it into my hand. I look down at it and it’s a sonogram.

“Surprise,” she says as Spade comes up next to me.

“Huh?” he says, and I slap the picture against his chest, then grab her by the back of her thighs, lifting her into the air as her legs wrap around my waist.

“For real?” I ask, and she smiles, looking down at me, nodding her head.

“Holy shit, Babygirl. We are having another baby?” he asks, and she looks beyond me, nodding her head.

“Fuck yea!” he shouts, and she just shakes her head.

“One of you knocked me up, yet again. Ya’ll must love seeing me fat. I just wanted some more time, but nooooo. Between the two of you, you have made it your mission to plant your fucking seed in me, and now we are having yet another baby. Assholes,” she says sternly, pointing her finger at the both of us. I slap her ass and growl.

“Are we done here? I want to slam into her and really plant my fucking seed,” I say, and Spade laughs.

“Bet you I won the race this time,” he says, and I growl.

“Fuck you. I’ve made sure to fill every fucking hole just so you didn’t win,” I growl.

“I slid into her every chance I got. I’m telling you, this one is mine,” he says, and she rolls her eyes.

“Does it even fucking matter at this point?” she says and we both answer.

“Yes. There is money on the line here, babe,” Spade says, and we laugh as she growls.

“I’m going to kill both of you one day. When will I be able to get my body back? How many more fucking kids do we need? Can I get a break, like Jesus Christ?” She yells, and again, we both answer.

“No.”

She growls again as I place her on her feet. She slaps my chest as she walks away, slapping Spade upside the head. “Finish this prick. I’m fucking hungry,” she says, walking further away, but stops and turns to us at the last minute. “Oh, and it’s a boy. Dickheads,” she says, then exits the room and out the front door. Turning to Spade, I’m fucking speechless. He puts his fist out and I bump it as we both smile because, fuck yes, our girl is pregnant again, and that alone turns me the fuck on.

“Does he know anything?” I ask, and Spade shakes his head.

“He’s sticking to the story of Dario being the one that signed it, that the signature is authentic,” he says, and I place my hand on my chin.

“Then the date has to be wrong. He must have signed off on this the day he died while they were at the mill. I knew he was doing some paperwork for him, but I didn’t know it was that. That’s the only conclusion I can come up with,” I say, and he nods.

“Same, Brother. Let’s end this. He’s useless anyway,” Spade says, and I pick up Dario’s dagger and press it against the fat fuck's throat.

“For Dario,” I say, and Spade repeats the sentiment as I drag our brother’s dagger across the fat fuck's neck in one quick swipe. Blood sprays and pours all around us as he chokes. We exit the house, covered in blood, as I wipe the dagger clean against my suit pants. Getting into the truck, I hand it to Jade and she puts it in the center console.

“Alright, preggers. What does our wife want to eat?” I say, and she smiles.

“Pizza,” she says, and I roll my eyes. Fuck. If she’s craving pizza, that means my soldiers lost the race and Spade is the true winner. His cheering in the backseat tells me everything I need to know.

Putting the truck in gear, we head towards Jade’s favorite pizza shop. I can’t wait to get home to see my little munchkin.