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thirty-seven

Visions it disappears and my brother is standing in front of me with his eyes furrowed.

“You good Jade?” He says and I nod.

“Yeah, sometimes out of nowhere, I get flashes of my memory.” I admit, and he tilts his head at me.

“How do you know it’s your memory?” he asks, and I sigh.

“I had one earlier when I was in the shower with Dario and he confirmed it was a memory.” I say and he nods.

“That’s good. Hopefully they come back soon for their sake. I mean, I know you could never forget me.” he winks and I punch him in the arm.

“Never, little brother. How could I forget an annoying little gnat like you?” I sass and he laughs.

“Aye, I’m not annoying or a gnat. You take that shit back,” he chuckles as I take his hand, following as he leads me into the kitchen.

“Yeah, yeah. How’s Ryker? Did you let him know I was home?” I ask and he grunts.

“He will be here later tonight, Club shit. You know how it goes.” He says and that, I actually do know. Far too well.

“How’s that going?” I ask, but he shakes his head.

“Another time. I don’t want to worry you with bullshit that is out of our hands. Let’s celebrate your homecoming.” He smiles as we step into the kitchen. My eyes widen at the spread they have out. All the breakfast fixin’s a girl could ask for. Then they travel to the boys my brain forgot but my heart stutters for. Both of them shirtless in sweatpants, comfortable as ever, with their abs and muscles on display. Fuck my life. I stare a little too long at Spade and my brother elbows me in the ribs.

“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” He says, and my eyes snap up to his.

“Don’t give me that look. Sharing is caring, little big sister.” He chuckles as we both take in the man standing across the island who finally noticed we were there. His eyes widen at us as a blush creeps up his cheeks. Well, ain't this interesting.

“Can you both stop looking at me like that? Jesus Christ.” He says, and I smirk. Before I can say anything, another flash of white hits my vision and I see all of us standing in the living room with a blonde man shaking my brother's hand as a headless body lays on my dining room table. His chest completely opened. Looking down at my own hands, they’re soaked with blood. The flash hits again causing me to sway, but strong hands wrap around me, whispering gently in my ear.

“Kitten, are you okay? Was it another vision?” he asks as my stomach starts to flip, but I take a deep breath and nod my head.

“Yes, but can someone tell me who was headless on my table?” I ask and they laugh.

“D’mitri.” Ryder confesses and I gasp. Not being able to remember is seriously fucking killing me.

“Do I even want to know?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“Do you think you could even stomach it? It’s not a pretty story filled with skittles and rainbows. It was fucked up what he did to you, and luckily The Carver saved the day,” he informs and I gasp again. Dario still hasn't let me go and for some reason I’m okay with that. I lean back into his warmth as his lips graze the back of my neck, making me shiver.

“Wait a damn minute. How did The Carver save the day? What the fuck? Someone better start explaining.” I demand and they all laugh.

“This is not funny. Why was a serial killer in my house?” I shout and they still continue to laugh at me, until Spade looks at me and smirks.

“Babygirl, The Carver is your other boyfriend. Jameson is The Carver.” He says, smiling as I swallow thickly.

“And the plot thickens.” I say, shaking my head.

“Yeah it does. It’s so fucking cool.” Ryder says in fascination.

“Of course you would think it's cool. I, on the other hand, don't know what to think, but I guess we will see soon enough.” I admit and they laugh.

“Oh, you will. Jameson is something else. Brace yourself for him because he isn’t going to be happy that you don’t remember him.” Dario whispers, and I take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, if I could get my memories back I would, but it seems being around you guys keeps triggering them, so only time will tell.” I say, spinning in his arms. His eyes twinkle with mischief as he takes me in. I wish he would kiss me again and help me remember, but my stomach grumbles. He looks down at my belly and takes a step back.

“Time to eat,” he says with a smirk, and I’m not sure if he’s talking about food or me as he licks his lips. Fucking Christ. I rub my thighs together to relieve some of the ache but it does absolutely nothing but make it worse. This damn piercing.

“Oh, and who the fuck pierced me?” I say, spinning around as I grab a plate and start filling it with pancakes, bacon and fruit.

“Jameson.” Spade admits and my eyes widen. “And there’s a tracker in it,” he laughs.

“A tracker? What the fuck? Did I know about this?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“Nope. Jameson did this shit all by himself. You can yell at him when you see him,” he says and now it’s my turn to laugh.

“Oh, I will and he’s going to get my foot up his ass, or a knife to his throat. Depends on my mood.” I say, shoveling in a piece of bacon. I groan at the taste of the pig fat. I can feel eyes on me, but I refuse to look at them. I’m already hot and bothered, so I don’t need to see the look in their eyes. A beeping sound goes off and the guys all get to their feet. Ryder and Spade cock their guns as Dario spins a knife around his fingers.

“Jesus you guys. Do you think someone is coming to kill us?” I say, and Dario laughs.

“You’re home. No one is getting near you as long as you’re with us, and this is our safe place. We aren’t playing around this time,” he says, but I hear something else in his words, as if he’s not telling the whole truth. I’ll table that for another time. I’m too hungry to give a fuck at the moment.

“Someone’s at the gate.” Ryder says and Spade steps to the intercom, speaking into it. The person on the other end growls into the speaker as Spade adjusts the video, zooming in to see who it is. I look over my shoulder to see the screen, not recognizing the car.

“Let him in.” He orders and Ryder presses a button, causing the gates to swing open.

“Who is it?” I ask as Spade walks to the front door.

“Cyprus brothers.” He says, but the name doesn’t ring any bells so I continue to eat my food as Dario hovers around me ready to throw down, cane and all. Speaking of canes.

“Um, where’s Kane? You guys didn’t kill him, right?” I ask, and Dario huffs.

“He’s lucky I haven’t, but he went to bed about an hour before you came down. He’s a fucking prick.” He says and I laugh.

“Tell me about it. But orders are orders and I don’t have much of a choice.” I say and he nods as two men I’ve never seen before step into my house. Getting up from my seat, I walk into the foyer and eye them up and down.

“Can I help you?” I sass, and the white-haired guy flicks his lip ring with a grin, but the other one with dark hair speaks first.

“Jameson called me. He needs our help.” He says and the guys all narrow their eyes.

“Why would he call you and not us?” Spade questions, but the dark-haired kid shrugs.

“Um, what’s your names? You both are in my house and I have not a clue who the fuck you are.” I say and the white-haired guy doesn’t speak, just stands there, eye fucking me. I raise a brow as Spade growls.

“Caspian, cut the shit.” Spade says as Dario comes to stand next to me.

“I’m Caspian, this is my brother, Axel, and you are?” He smiles.

“I’m Jade. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Now explain why you are here interrupting my dinner.” I demand, and he smiles wider.

“Damn, she’s feisty and cute.” He says and I flip him off.

“We’re here because of Jameson. He called about two hours ago, saying he needed to get out of Hillsboro.” Axel says and the guys gasp.

“What do you mean ‘Hillsboro’?” Like the institution?” Dario asks and Axel nods.

“That’s all he told me. He needs all the bells and whistles to get him out, and when we get there, to leave the clown girl alone. Everyone else is up for grabs.” He says.

“I thought he was still at Whitestone General, not the fucking mental institution.” Spade says, and Dario growls.

“Fucking Dalton.” Dario spits and suddenly I’m hit with a vision of a man in the library, the same man who was in the room I was held captive in. He’s filming everything that they do to me, and now he’s taunting Dario as I sit on the table. Then, as fast as it hit me, it's gone. I blink away the vision and grab onto Dario’s sleeve as I sway a bit, but this one wasn’t so bad.

“I know that man.” I whisper, and he pulls me back into the kitchen, cupping my face.

“What did you see?” He asks, concern in his voice.

“Us, in the library, with him. It came fast and then I was back. But it makes me uncomfortable the way he looked at me. Even though my brain doesn’t remember everything, my gut is telling me he’s a terrible man. I also feel like my brain didn’t put two and two together then what it just did now.” I say and he nods.

“He is terrible, and he’s Jameson's father. Fucking piece of shit.” He growls as I swallow thickly. Fuck. Schooling my features so he doesn’t pick up on that, there’s more to the story than meets the eye, so I change the subject… slightly.

“Well, let's come up with a plan and break our boy out.” I say with a grin and he smiles wide just as Spade and the rest of them enter the kitchen.

“Operation: Save Jameson 2.0 has commenced!” he says, whooping in the air causing me to laugh.

Just because I can’t remember them, doesn’t mean I have to make this situation shittier than it has to be with how caring and loving they are. It makes my heart feel full that they haven’t given up on me yet. We just need one of the missing pieces to the puzzle and hopefully he will put the puzzle back together and I’ll remember it all.

Later that night, I sit in bed opening up my mothers diary again, and continue where I left off.

Staring at the words in front of me has me in a tailspin. So my mother was in a relationship with three men, one being Jameson’s dad, who recorded my rape. Flynn, who's my real father, and Armando, who is still a mystery. Jesus fucking Christ.