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twenty-eight

Underestimating A Queen

Jade

A week later….

Even after an entire week of being in Ireland, I still can’t believe I’m an O’Patrick. Like, that blows my fucking mind. Walking around this place, it feels so surreal that one day it will all be mine, and that thought alone makes me want to puke.

Flynn dropping that bomb on me and then leaving for a business trip fucked me all the way up. There’s still so many things I need to know, but Kane, this mother fucker points out every little thing I do wrong while the boss is away and I’m ready to gut the mother fucker.

Funny thing is, no one would stop me. They all know who I am, so Kane better run and hide because one of these days I’m going to fuck his shit up.

It’s just after dinnertime and I’m itching to do something. Flynn left instructions for me to start combat training and learn the family business. I still don’t have a phone to call my dad or D’mitri and I know they must be losing their fucking minds.

Flynn said when he returns he will tell me all that I can’t remember, but he needs my mind strong enough to handle it. I haven’t had any more dizzy spells, thank god, but I’m constantly nauseous and dreaming of men I don’t know.

Sometimes, sleeping is a nightmare and my dreams feel so fucking real, but yet when I’m awake, I can’t put the puzzle pieces together. I have no idea why I would go into that fucking lake, let alone drown in it. It’s not like I don’t know how to swim. I think that’s what’s bugging me the most, all the missing pieces and the why’s.

Walking down the hallway of this huge house, I swing open Kane’s door without knocking, the mother fucker never knocks when he enters mine, so why should I show him any respect entering his.

Just this morning, he came barreling in without me noticing as I was masturbating. Being in this house all alone, with no one to scratch that itch is maddening, and ya girl has needs. The fucker just stood there and watched.

When I finally realized he was there, the look of want and need was written all over his face. I almost caved and did the unthinkable, but I came to my senses and chucked the vibrator at his head, screaming for him to get the fuck out. To say the least, I didn’t get to cum which brings me to my current mood. Hot and bothered with attitude.

Moans greet my ears taking me out of the thoughts from this morning and I smirk. Walking further into the room, I see he’s fully dressed, sitting on the couch with a girl bent over naked between his legs, a leash strapped around her neck eating another girl's pussy while he smokes a cigarette. I put my hand on my hip as I watch the girl, panting on the floor, ready to orgasm, but he pulls on the leash, causing the other one to move off her.

“Such a good little pet. How bad do you want to cum, Cara?” He rasps, his voice deep and husky. He’s turned on by the sight of them and it has me rubbing my thighs together. I clear my throat, not giving a fuck, and his eyes collide with mine.

“You want to join, Gra? I’d love to wrap leather around your pretty throat and make you beg for me.” He smirks and I roll my eyes.

“Hardly. You ready for training or am I going down by myself? You’re already late Madra.” I state, and his eyes narrow.

“Go start without me. I have something to finish.” He says, licking his lips as he takes me in.

“Don’t hurt yourself. That’s a lot for a little bitch like you to handle.” I grin and he growls, dropping the leash and standing. I take a step back, holding my hands up in surrender.

“See that rage, Madra. Channel that shit and match my energy down stairs. I’ll be waiting.” I laugh, exiting the room. I fucking love making him mad. He makes it so fucking easy.

Walking back down the hall to the elevators, I take it down to the bottom floor. Getting out, I’m instantly smacked in the face with the scent of sweat and rubber.

Entering the room, I walk over to the bench and unzip my hoodie, taking it off and placing it down. Picking up the strips of hand wraps, I wrap my hands and wrist like I’ve done a million times before, then tape them in place.

Before starting my workout, I pull my hair up in a tight bun and adjust my black leggings and sports bra, making sure my tits are secure while I train. Stepping onto the mats, I stretch my limbs and throw some punches and kicks, getting my body loose for what’s to come.

Rolling my shoulders and cracking my neck, I walk over to the bags and start my routine. I notice a few other soldiers in the cage fighting one another as others place bets on who's going to win. I laugh because it brings me back to nights spent at The Mill.

A bright light hits my vision as I grab a hold of the bag to keep myself from falling, but there’s the man with the bicolored eyes again, standing in a cage opposite me as he steps up and circles me, saying things I can’t hear.

The vision leaves as fast as it came and I shake my head trying to focus as I sway. I blink as I grip the bag, pushing off of it as the soldiers behind me light each other up. I wish one of these guys would get in the cage with me. It would be nice to let some of my rage out.

After a few more rounds with the bag, I grab a water bottle from the fridge that’s stocked with all different drinks. Next to it is a sink and cabinets filled with energy bars, protein powder and pre workout mix. I lean against the counter and watch the guys in the cage as I control my breathing. I feel like I haven’t worked out in years, which can’t be true because my fath–John, made me go through training more than necessary.

Fuck. To think the man who raised me isn’t my real dad sends a ping to my heart. I wonder if he knows the truth and why no one has ever told me. Why didn't I live here from the start? Why make me think Flynn was just a distro for all the guns I sell and not my fucking father?

The elevator dings and in comes Kane wearing nothing but basketball shorts and a wicked smile on his face. My eyes watch his every movement, taking in all his tattoos and ripped fucking muscles. Down girl. His eyes collide with mine and he smirks, walking over to me.

“Did you enjoy the show, Gra?” He asks, smiling and I roll my eyes.

“No, it was pretty boring from where I was standing.” I retort, causing him to take a step closer.

“Maybe if you would’ve joined in, then it wouldn't have been so… boring,” he sings.

“Nothing about that scene did anything for me, so forgive me for the lack of interest.” I quip, finishing off my water and throwing the bottle at his chest.

“That mouth is going to get you killed one day, or stuffed. Either or.” He threatens and I laugh, not taking the bait.

“Oh yeah huh? And who's going to be the lucky person to do so? It ain't you. You just like to watch, Madra.” I taunt and he growls.

“We will see about that, Gra. I have plans for you.” He says, which has me stopping in my tracks. Spinning, I place my hand on my hip and arch a brow.

“Go on, say what you need to say.” I seethe, waiting for him to spill his load.

“You think because you’re the queen that you’re untouchable when you aint nothing but a biker whore.” He says and I laugh as he tries to intimidate me with his words while circling me.

“I don’t think shit. It’s only been a week that I’ve known this information. Is someone feeling threatened?” I taunt, but he laughs.

“Threatened? By you? Not a chance, little girl.” He states and now it’s my turn to laugh.

“Seems that way from where I’m standing. What is your role exactly, Kane? Is me being here, the daughter of your boss, throwing a wrench into your plans, big boy?” I tease, laughing as I walk away from the conversation. Again, he is so easy to piss off that it’s borderline boring to speak with him half the time. I came down here to train, not argue with his bitch ass. He grabs my arm and I spin, getting in his face.

“Get the fuck off me, Kane.” I warn, but he doesn’t let go as he tightens his hold.

“Don’t fucking walk away from me when I’m speaking to you.” He commands and I laugh, looking at his hold on my arm and then back up at him.

“I said, get your fucking hands off of me. Don’t make me repeat myself a third time. Madra.” I spit but he still doesn’t let me go.

“Or else what?” He says as I sweep my leg out toward his, taking him to the ground in one swift movement. I stand above him and laugh.

“You fucked with the wrong female, asshole.” I spit as he gets to his feet, pushing me. I stumble back a bit, making him think he can push me around, but today ain’t the day mother fucker.

“You wanna fight, big boy? Get in the cage. Ten grand says I’ll be making you scream ‘uncle’.” I taunt, and his eyes widen.

“Twenty large says I’ll have you tapping out within the first round.” He counters and I laugh.

“BET.” I say, my eyes lighting up at the thought of kicking some ass and getting bloody. The only thing that sucks about this is it’s going to make me so fucking horny to kick his fucking ass. Fuck.

“Two minutes and you have yourself a deal, Gra.” he says and I roll my eyes.

“Well, hurry the fuck up, I don’t have all night.” I yell, walking over to the cage as the soldiers inside finish up.

Stepping into the cage, I jump lightly on my feet as I roll my shoulders. This is going to be like taking candy from a baby. He steps in as the others surround the cage, yelling their bets. It’s funny they’re all betting on him. I’m about to take all their money.

“You ready, Gra. Don’t cry when I hand your sweet ass to you.” He says, grinning from ear to ear as he stretches his limbs. Fuck, why does him doing all that make me want to jump him?

“I’ve been ready. Let’s do this, Madra.” I laugh, raising my fists as we circle one another. He throws the first punch and I bob out of the way, landing a punch of my own to his ribs, causing him to grunt, but I don’t stop. I keep jabbing him in the same spot with my left while he blocks his face from my right.

Spinning, I kick him hard, sending him back into the chain links. I’m back on him before he can move, punching him in the chest, but he pushes me away to right himself.

“You’ve got power, Jade, I’ll give you that. But you waste all that smoke and don’t pace yourself.” He says, and I roll my eyes. He doesn’t know me at all. I take a step back and let him come to me as I continue to lay jabs where I can and bob away from his wild punches.

“Is this all you got, big boy? You haven’t laid a finger on me yet.” I taunt and he growls charging at me, but at the last second, I dance out of his path as he flies into the cage. I kick out the back of his knee, causing him to fall.

Jumping on his back, I wrap my arm around his throat tightly, hoping to knock the wind out of him this way, but he stands with me wrapped around him and slams me into the cage. I cry out, letting go as I slip down his sweaty back, pushing him away so I can right myself, but he doesn’t let me. He wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing.

“Did you know, youactually killed that biker President you call a father? Oh, and the Enforcer? Yeah, you killed him too.” My eyes go wide and I rear back, punching him in the face, reveling in the blood as it pours from his busted lip. He lets go of my throat as he grabs his jaw and swipes his mouth. I spin kick, landing the hit right in his gut, causing him to stumble back.

“You’re fucking lying!” I yell as two knives skid into the cage. I pick one up and twirl it between my fingers. A flash of the man with those bicolored eyes hits my vision, seeinghim twirling knives in his hands with a wicked smile on my face. The distraction causes Kane to slice down my arm and I roar.

Charging him, I swing the knife left, right, left, right, slicing into his stomach and chest. He cries out, trying to get me, but I spin the knife in my hand and jab him in the throat with the handle, causing him to choke. He releases his blade, letting it fall to the floor, and I kick it out of the cage, pushing him to his knees. He tries to take a deep breath, but can’t.

“Say ‘uncle’.” I command, and he shakes his head. I lay punch after punch on his face, kicking him onto his back as I straddle him, holding my knife to his neck, pressing the cold metal against his skin as he tries to swallow.

“You underestimated me, Madra. I’ve been trained all my life to take mother fuckers like you out. Fuck with me again, and I’ll slice this pretty throat and bathe in your blood.” I threaten, adding more pressure to his throat. I look down at him just as a vision of blue eyes and blonde hair invades my mind, sending shivers up my spine

“Uncle.” He rasps and I smile. Leaning back, I rock against him feeling his hard cock against the seam of my leggings.

“Upstairs, now.” He orders, and like the dumb horny bitch I am, I climb off him and leave the ring, tossing the knife at the nearest soldier waiting.