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sixty-one

Just You & I

Jade

Arriving home completely exhausted, I let the guys figure out the game plan to get Jaxon. Which means tomorrow we will need to get a bedroom set up for him. I’m really starting to think I need a bigger house, but there’s plenty of room here to just renovate. Between me and the guys, we have enough money to do it, especially with the size of the property this house sits on.

Climbing the steps to my room, I unbuckle all my holsters and start stripping from my clothes. Once again, I feel suffocated in all this gear. Finally making it to my room, I go straight for the bathroom and turn on the shower.

It doesn’t take me long to do my thing and then I’m drying off and pushing my legs through leggings when my door bursts open.

“Spade. What’s wrong?” I ask as he approaches slowly.

“I need a favor and you’re the only person who can help,” he says.

“Name it and it’s yours, Babyboy.” I say and he laughs.

“Put the tank on. I can’t concentrate when your nipples are calling to me.” He tries to look away but can’t and I let out a laugh.

“Do we have time for some fun?” I ask and he bites his lip so hard, shaking his head no.

“Put the tank on, Jade.” He warns and I huff.

“Fine.” I say, shoving the tank over my head, sans the bra.

“You’re killing me here.” He says and I laugh again.

“I know. What’s the favor?” I ask, and he takes a deep breath.

“I need to get my sister and her kids out of the country for right now. Set them up with a new identity and as much money as I can get them to survive as new people.” He says and I nod before jumping up.

“What the fuck did The Aces do now?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“It’s a long fucking story, but you know how it is with the women in our family. He had her under his clutches and she ran, then he found her, and now it’s a whole shit show. I need to get her out of America, like now,” he says panic-stricken, fear in his eyes.

“I can get the Jet rolling, but Ireland isn’t a safe place for her either. Oh, what aboutThe Colony?” I suggest, and he raises a brow.

“What the fuck is The Colony?” He asks and I laugh.

“A group of very dangerous fucking people who go around as a circus act, but they are really assassins. They will give them sanctuary until we can find a spot for them to live in. I have a house that’s not in my name, but in Rykers', in California that we can easily sign over to her under a new name.” I offer, and he nods.

“We can send them on a loop. If anyone is watching the IRA, we can send them on a wild goose chase. Can we just send them directly to California? Can it be that easy? I just don’t want Bentley and Dylan traumatized by all of this more than they already are.” He pleads and I nod in understanding.

“You never told me you have a niece and a nephew.” I say and he laughs.

“That’s because I didn’t fucking know until about twenty minutes ago when Isabel called me freaking out. She won’t tell me the whole story, but I can hear the fear in her voice.” He says and I get into his space, cupping his face.

“Don’t worry. We will save them. I swear, sometimes I think you were put on this earth to just save all the children,” I admit, and he laughs, gripping my hips.

“You know why I am the way I am and it will never change.” He says, brushing his nose against mine.

“Can I please get up inside you before I leave, Babygirl.” He begs and I shake my head.

“No, you’re on a mission to save the world, Babyboy. The faster you complete the mission, the faster you get to come back to me and sink this dick,” I say, grabbing his hardening cock, “Inside my wet pussy.” I whisper against his lip, biting it. He groans, grabbing a handful of my ass.

“You never play fair.” He moans as I continue to run my hand up and down his shaft.

“Go, Babyboy. Save the kids, and your sister. There’s a duffel bag full of cash. Take as much as you need and we can always wire her the rest under her new name or we can make it look like she works for one of the many businesses and pay her weekly, so it looks legitimate.” I suggest, and he lifts me up by my thighs and throws me onto the bed, but before he can climb on top of me, I roll over and hop up off the bed.

“Uh uh, Mr. Spade. Not happening. You get rewarded when you come home.” I warn and his eyes narrow with hunger as we play this little game of chase.

“You know I love to hunt, baby,” he says as my door opens and in walks Caveman.

“Jade, I need a moment with you, please.” He requests, which is odd because Jamie doesn't ask for shit, like ever. We both looked over at one another and burst out laughing. I grab Spade and give him a kiss, then look up at Jamie who looks worried, and that’s not a look I'm familiar with.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as Spade gives me a kiss on the forehead, leaving the room.

“Lay with me for a moment.” He asks, gesturing to the bed.

“Okay.” I say cautiously, climbing into the bed and leaning up against the headboard. He gets on the bed and slides between my legs, resting his head gently on my stomach. I run my hands through his blonde hair and he moans.

“Your touch is always so soothing. Ever since you came back, the voices have damn near gone away.” He says, and my heart flutters.

“That’s a good thing, right?” I ask.

“Yes, Princess. It’s peaceful in here, and all I have ever wanted is peace inside my head,” he says, placing soft kisses on my belly. He looks up at me as he lowers his head and drags his tongue down my slit over my leggings.

“You know I can make you cum without having to take these pants off, right?” he asks and I giggle.

“Yes, I’m fully aware, but that’s not why you came up here. So spill.” I say and he takes a deep breath.

“Up at the cabin, while you were unconscious, I killed the wrong person.” He hesitantly admits, no longer making eye contact with me. I raise a brow, waiting for him to just spill the rest, but he won’t look up at me.

“Jamie, just tell me.” I say, getting annoyed at having to pull it out of him.

“It was Slim,” he admits, and I gasp.

“How the fuck did you manage to ‘accidentally’ kill him? What the fuck happened Jameson?” I shout as I try to get off the bed, but he doesn't let me.

“Get off me, now.” I order, but he climbs up my body, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head. I thrash under his weight, needing just an inch to catch him in the nuts.

“Jade, please. Calm down. I didn’t mean to kill him. He snuck up on me and I did what I always do. I didn’t think, I just sailed the knife into his throat. It wasn’t until I ripped the mask off, that I saw the error of my way and felt like a complete piece of shit.” He confesses as tears spring from my eyes. I don’t speak. I can’t speak.

“He was never the traitor. He was happy that you took her out. He specifically said he’d never go against the family. Or you.” He says, but goddamn it, this should not have happened.

“Does the clean-up crew know to take him to Ireland?” I say and he nods.

“Okay. Well, I need a minute. I just need you to go get Jaxon first, and we will talk more when you return. How long do you think you will be gone?” I ask and he sighs.

“Two days. Possibly sooner,” he says as he releases my arms and climbs off the bed. I’m still trying to wrap my head around Jamie’s mistake, but I made a promise to my brother to get his son back. As mad as I am at Jamie, I need him to be safe while he’s out on this mission.

“Stay safe, Caveman and tell Rio that I’ll be up here for a bit.” I inform and he nods, bending down, gripping my face and leaving me with a searing kiss.

“Jesus.” I pant and he laughs.

“Be a good girl while I’m gone.” He orders, and I smile.

“Yes, Mo Gra.” I reply and he nods, leaving my room. I take a deep breath and reach into my nightstand to grab my mother's diary, opening to the page I last left off at.

Shutting the book, I throw it across the room. This entire time, I’m a fucking twin?! I have a sister named Jocelyn and never fucking knew. What in the actual fuck? I can’t ask anyone because everyone is dead but her? This is fucking maddening. I need answers. Picking up the phone, I call Flynn.

“Well, hello Gra.” Kane greets me and I grit my fucking teeth.

“Where’s my father?” I ask, and he laughs as I hear cheering and music being played in the background.

“He’s a little busy at the moment. When he’s finished, I’ll have him call you. Oh, by the way, I’ll be back in the states in a few weeks. We’ve got work to do,” he informs me.

“Oh, joy. See you soon, Madra.” I laugh and he growls as I end the call.

And why can’t things just be fucking simple?