Page 64

sixty-four

The Queen & her Kings send their regards

Jade

Jamie took me out to dinner at a fancy restaurant in the city. The view was breathtaking and now I’m full and ready for a nap.

“Our night isn’t over just yet, Princess.” He says, holding my hand as we drive through the city streets.

“Where are we going next?” I ask, rubbing circles over his knuckles.

“You’ll see. Did you like Deuces Skyline?” He asks and I nod.

“The food was magnificent and the view is something you only see in movies. Thank you for taking me. I’d love to go there again. We should make it a thing. Once a month we go out.” I suggest, and he grins.

“I like that idea. Plus, it gets you away from the house and we can just enjoy one another.” He says as we pull down a dark street across from a park.

“Come on, Princess.” He says, grabbing a blanket and a backpack. He climbs out and rounds the truck, opening my door for me.

“Always such a gentleman.” I say, grabbing his hand. It’s hard as fuck to climb in and out of his truck in these heels.

“My mama did raise me right. Can’t say much for the other.” He says and I nod.

“Agreed. Speaking of the prick. Where’s he been? It’s been awfully quiet and I’m waiting for the fallout with what I did.” I say, and he looks down at me as we walk across the street to the park.

“No idea. I was contacted recently that I now have control over everything and he’s a ghost.” He says and I gasp.

“Everything? Even all the bad and depraved?” I ask, and he nods as we walk across a small bridge to a clearing.

“Yep, I just need time to sort that all out and make things how I want it. Not what he left me to do in his legacy. I’d rather burn it all to the ground and have nothing, than to finish what he started.” He spits and I stop walking.

“If it’s yours, you make what you want of it. Destroy it all if you have to or sever the ties with the bad. You are now in control of that. Not him. The strings are cut, Jamie. You are no longer his puppet. Just like the others. It's done and you are all free.” I say, hoping to ease his racing mind.

“I hope it’s as easy as that, but forget about that bullshit. Tonight is about us.” He says, pulling me along.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming fast behind me. I reach down into my thigh holster, gripping my knife as I whirl around. The person dressed in all black slams into me, causing me to fall on my ass.

“Jamie!” I scream, as the masked man hits him over the head with the barrel of the gun. I stand up as fast as I can as he points the gun at Jamie's head, cocking the gun.

“Dalton sends his regards.” The man says as I sail my knife through the air, watching it sink into his neck. The gun goes off and I scream, running over as my heels sink into the wet grass. I take another knife and cut the straps, freeing my ankles as the masked man points the gun at me.

Pop. Pop.

The bullets sail past my head, and I throw the knife in my hand, hitting him in the throat. He chokes and immediately drops the gun. I run over to Jamie, who's on his knees holding his head. But I don’t see any blood. Fucking thank god.

“Jamie, Jamie. Are you okay?” I ask, but he shakes his head.

“Something is wrong. I can’t fucking see anything,” he says.

“Ok, just lie back and keep your eyes closed. He must’ve hit you hard with the gun.” I say, placing the blanket down on the cold ground and lay Jameson’s head against the backpack, elevating it. I walk over to the man who's currently convulsing.

“Sucks that you chose to work for a monster, now your life is over. Good riddance.” I spit, slamming my heel down on the handle of the blade, watching it sink further into his throat.

Bending down, I rip it out along with the one in the side of his neck. Blood sprays over my chest and all I can think is I’m glad I’m wearing black. I wipe the blades over his hoodie and take out his phone, looking for the last number he called. Pressing the green button, it rings until a familiar voice picks up on the other end.

“Is it done?” he asks.

“No, it’s not. But The Kings will send their regards since the queen already took The Aces off the board. You’re next, puppet master. Run and hide Dalton, because I’m coming for you.” I spit, hanging up on the prick before he could respond. I take my heel and smash the phone to pieces and slide it into the side pocket of the backpack.

“Open those blue eyes, Jamie. Let me see you.” I command as he peels them open.

“Finally. I can see,” he says and I laugh. Lord, help me with these men.

“Good. Can we finish our date now?” I ask, and he laughs.

“Come here,” he orders, and I straddle his lap.

“That was fucking hot what you said to my father over the phone. So fucking hot, Princess.” He praises.

“I’m just a queen protecting her kings.” I confess, and he smiles.

“Until my pulse stops beating,” he says, and I narrow my eyes at him.

“What?” he asks me, giving me a look of confusion.

“Is that all you will ever say to me?” I shout, and he shakes his head.

“Why do you need the words? Why? Fine, I love you, Jade.” He says and I click my teeth.

“Wow, Jameson. After all this time. Really? You don’t fucking love me, let alone yourself. Let’s not forget, I was just a job to you and now just an obsession. Because that’s what you do. Obsess over things.” I say and he laughs.

“Correction, my possession,” he states proudly, and I huff.

“See exactly, a possession, that's not love, Jameson. Remember, people are just vessels for you to stick your dick into–” I don’t even get to finish. He quickly sits up, wrapping his hand around my throat, squeezing.

“Did you fucking forget I sunk a knife deeper into my already bleeding chest and twisted it? Willing to end my fucking life as long as it brought you back? If not for me, for them. If my fucking heart stopped beating only to make yours beat, I’d die ten times over, you ungrateful bitch,” he spits and I slap him across the face.

“Then fucking say it, and mean it, you prick.” I yell as much as I can because he only squeezes my throat tighter.

“How’s this for love?” He growls, reaching his free hand into this pocket and taking out a box.

“Look at what’s in there. You say I don’t love you, but here you go.” He growls again as I take the box in my hand. Opening it, I try to gasp, but my breath catches in my throat as my eyes widen, filling with tears. He lets go of my throat enough to let me speak.

“What does this mean?” I hiccup as he wipes the lone tear that falls from my eye.

“Marry us. You’re already married to Spade, and having Dario’s babies, I wanted to get you a ring that signifies our love. The diamonds are from our collections. I had this personally made by the best jeweler in California. I just want to be a part of this with you and my brothers, and this was all I could think of. A ring to show my love and my seriousness of this relationship, this life and how much you and my brothers mean to me.” He confesses, letting everything I’ve ever wanted to hear finally spill from his sweet lips.

“Yes, yes, Jamie. Of course I’ll marry you, and them.” I say excitedly as more tears pour down my face. He takes the ring and slides it on my finger.

“Breathtaking, just like you. I fucking love you, Jade. I loved you first. You were mine first. You will always be mine,” he whispers against my lips.

“Forever and always, Jamie.” I say, kissing his lips as he unbuckles his dress pants, taking his cock out.

“Ride me,” he orders andI rise on my knees, push my panties to the side and sink down on his hard cock. We both groan, wrapping our arms around each other as he bites my shoulder and I roll my hips, fucking his cock hard and fast. Sweat begins to drip down my chest as he pulls my dress down, taking my nipple into his mouth. I push his face further into my chest as I bounce up and down, milking his cock. I moan his name as he pushes me on my back and slams into me at a brutal pace, lifting a leg over his shoulder, flicking my clit.

“So fucking tight, Princess. You take my cock so fucking good, baby. Fuck.” He groans as I reach underneath his shirt and drag my nails roughly down his back, hoping to leave marks in their wake.

“Fill me, Jamie.” I pant as he bites my nipples and pinches my clit. I scream my release as I gush all over his cock.

“Fuck, fuck. Fuck.” I scream as he pinches my clit again, causing my orgasm to fly out of me as he roars my name.

“Fuck, Jade. Your fucking cunt sucking me in has me needing to spill my seed into you. And you fucking love it, don’t you?” He says.

“Yes, I never want it to stop.” I whimper, and he growls, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

“I need to taste your blood,” he says, and I nod. He takes his knife out and slowly slices along my inner thighs. He leans down, licking the blood one cut at a time and spitting it on my cunt.

“Jamie.” I warn, but he looks at me with a feral look and winks before diving in, snatching my soul right out of my chest with how fast he makes me cum with his mouth. I gush my release down his chin, but he doesn't stop there. He slices the other thigh and does it all over again. By the time he’s done, I can’t fucking breathe, let alone move. He grabs all our shit and carries me back to the truck, placing me in the passenger seat. He gets in, starts her up and the last thing I remember is soft whispers of how he can’t wait to get me pregnant all over again.