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Chapter 29

Nightmares & Pizza

Jade

“I’m here, Kitten. They won’t take our babies.” Dario says, cupping my face as men dressed in all black surround our house.

“There’s too many,Big Man. How the fuck are we going to get out of this alive?” I ask, terrified this is the end.

“We got this baby. Together. Trust me.” He winks, taking my hand.

Jolting awake, I’m covered in a sheen of sweat as I rub my eyes, trying to get them to adjust. A warm body lays next to me as another stands next to the bed. I look up as my eyes collide with blue ones, a sinister smile on his face. A baby cries in the distance as he licks his lips, taking the knife and swiping it across the throat of the person next to me. I scream, lunging at him.

“You’ll never be able to save them, Little Creature. Face it. You’re dead just as much as they are.” He laughs sinisterly as I look at the man bleeding out next to me.

“Rio?” I gasp, covering my hand over his throat. His bi-colored eyes meet mine and widen as the monster drives the knife into my neck. Tears fall down my cheek as I look at the monster, who’s grinning with glowing eyes.

“Jade. Jade. Wake up, baby. You’re having a nightmare.” I hear Spade yell as he shakes me. My eyes fly open as I sit straight up, gasping for air.

“Baby, you okay? You were screaming,” he says as I grab him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, shoving my face into his chest.

“Jesus fucking christ,” I say as my body shakes from the nightmare.

“What happened?” he asks, holding me tight.

“First, I was with Dario and men surrounded the house trying to kill us, he assured me we’d be okay, then I woke up in the dream thinking I was actually awake, but I wasn’t, and Jamie was standing over Dario and sliced his throat. A baby was crying, he told me we were all dead and shoved a knife into my neck. Then you woke me up. I was fucking terrified. It felt so real,” I admit, and he pulls me closer to him and lays us down on the pillow, wrapping a thigh around his waist.

“You’re safe. We’re all safe,” he says, but I shake my head.

“We’re not, Reid. Not by a long shot,” I say, and he sighs.

“We will get there, I promise. I just need you to calm down. Lay on my chest. Focus on my breathing and shut your eyes. We have a doctor's appointment in the morning. You need your rest,” he soothes as he rubs circles on my back. Taking a few deep breaths, I focus on his heartbeat as my breathing evens out. Listening to the beats slow down, lulls me to sleep where I meet the man I miss the most, sharing the same eyes that our daughter has.

The next morning we’re leaving the doctor's office with a new sonogram of Prince. His profile looks just like his daddy’s and that made Spade’s whole day. Prince is healthy and growing strong, which made me extremely happy considering all the stress I’ve been under. The Doctor said to keep taking my vitamins and exercise as I please. I can’t wait to get back in the ring, much to Spade’s disdain. Doc said it’s not a good idea to spar with someone, that she rather I do it with a bag, but what Spade doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“Pizza?” he asks, looking at me from the driver’s seat. I smile and nod.

“I could eat,” I answer, and he whoops into the air, causing me to shake my head at his antics. Pulling onto the highway, we head to Amici’s as my stomach rumbles loudly. Holding my hand up, I stop him in his tracks.

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear it. Zayn gave me enough shit this morning. I don't need it from you. You’re taking me to eat, so shut up,” I say, raising a brow, and he laughs, holding both hands up in surrender, then placing them on the steering wheel. My phone goes off and I reach in my bag to grab it, and pressing the green button, I answer.

“Madra,” I say, and he huffs.

“Gra, next meeting is coming up. When are you due?” he asks.

“End of September, if I make it that long. How’s my father feeling?” I ask.

“He’s doing better with having started a new experimental drug. So we are hopeful. I’ll delay the meeting until you bring that little boy into the world,” he says, and my eyes light up.

“That’s so fucking good to hear. Keep me posted, Madra,” I laugh, and he growls, ending the call.

“Back to Ireland, baby?” Spade asks, and I shake my head.

“No, he’s going to push back the meeting until after I have Prince, and Dad is doing better. That was the update. I think we should get the plan into motion, so we can make our move,” I say, and he nods.

“Roger that. Now let’s go eat,” he says, pulling into the parking lot and shutting off the car. He steps out and rounds the SUV, opening the door for me. Getting out, he takes my hand in his as we walk into the restaurant. It’s busy at this time of day, but Spade works his magic and gets us a booth in the back. We place our order and wait for the food to come.

“I’ll be right back. I need to use the ladies room,” I tell him, and he nods as I get up, walking to the bathroom in the back. Entering the room, I see a girl with short black hair washing her hands, along with a little boy. She looks over at me and smiles. Why do I get an odd sense that I know her? But she doesn’t look familiar. Smiling back, I walk into the stall, locking the door behind me as the bathroom door swings open and close as I relieve myself. Once I’m finished, I walk over to the sink, wash my hands and glance at myself in the mirror, fixing my mascara. Turning to leave, I go to pull the handle, but the door swings open, causing me to stumble back a bit.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he says with a snarl. I roll my eyes, placing my hand on my hips.

“What can I do for you, Monty? Come to kill me again?” I say glumly, already bored of this conversation.

“No, not yet, but it seems your husband has come home and chose a side.” He grins, and I laugh.

“Maybe for right now, but if I were you, I’d sleep with one eye open.” Taking a step closer, I run my nail over his cheek and he slaps it away. “Never trust a monster. They always wear two faces.” I smile, and he growls, snatching me by the throat. Taking out my knife from my holster, I hold it to his groin, watching his face pale and eyes widen.

“Get your fucking hands off me,” I rasp, pressing the blade deeper into his flesh. He releases me roughly and I stumble back.

“This isn’t over,” He growls, pointing a finger at me.

“Count your days, Monty, because I’m coming to collect.” I laugh sinisterly as the door swings open again and Spade enters the space, eyeing me and Monty before rearing back and punching the prick in the face. Monty’s face snaps back as blood pours from his nose. Spade takes his gun out, pressing it under Monty’s chin.

“Come near her again and I’ll fucking kill you,” he growls, digging the barrel deeper into his face, causing him to lift his chin. “Get the fuck out of here before I have my Queen place a call to clear out this place just so I can paint a pretty picture against these walls with your brain matter.” He snarls, removing the gun from his face and taking a step towards me. Monty wipes the blood from his face before exiting the bathroom without another word. I twirl my knife in my hand before sliding it back into my holster. My eyes snap to Spade’s as he locks the bathroom door, putting his gun away. Taking a step towards him, I push him against the wooden door.

“Damn, Babygirl, you trying to tell me something?” he asks with a raised brow.

“Fuck me,” I say, running my nails up his chest as he catches my bottom lip with his teeth. I growl into his mouth as he deepens the kiss. Unbuckling his jeans, I pull them down, along with his boxers, as I take his cock out, rubbing my thumb over his tip. He growls, sliding his hands under my dress, grabbing my ass before lifting me. He walks us towards the sink before placing me down on the cold vanity, and sliding my panties to the side, he slowly sinks his cock into me. We both swallow each other's moans, not wanting to alert anyone of what we’re doing. Our mouths don’t separate as we both fuck one another hard and fast. Dragging my nails up his back, he squeezes my ass so fucking hard I know there will be marks later, but I don’t care. He thrusts into me harder and harder as we both chase our orgasms. He pulls away, rolling his hips as I reach down to rub fast tight circles on my clit.

“Fuck, Babygirl. You look so hot playing with yourself. The more you play, the tighter you get. Fuck baby.” He groans as I meet him thrust for thrust.

“Don’t stop. Right there. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whine as I cum so fucking hard, I gush all over the sink.

“Fuck yes, Baby. I’m going to cum,” he growls as he slams into me, then stills as he fills me, slowly milking my walls as he bites his bottom lip, shivering as he comes down from his orgasm. Our eyes collide and I slam my lips against his as he cups my face, gliding our tongues against one another until we’re breathless. He pulls away and smiles.

“Can we go again?” I ask, and he laughs, pulling out of me.

“I love how insatiable you are, Babygirl, but can I feed you and our son first?” he asks, and I nod as my stomach rumbles. He helps me off the counter, fixing my dress before we exit the bathroom.

I wonder if I can get him to take me in the back of the G-Wagon before we get home.