Page 13 of Reign (Kings of Chaos & Mayhem #8)

Jade

Fucking Fucked!

I jolt awake and immediately vomit. As I’m spewing my guts out, the lights above me send a sharp pain through my skull.

“S-shut off the fucking l-lights,” I stammer as I continue to throw up.

“It’s okay, baby. We’re right here,” Dario reassures me.

“Kane, get the lights,” he orders, and I’m thrown into darkness.

Taking a deep breath, I roll back over, but the pain in my muscles from fighting them off is excruciating.

I scream out, and Jamie growls beside me, lifting my body and carrying me elsewhere.

He sits us down on the couch, causing the leather to squeak.

A cold cloth is placed on my head, and I shut my eyes, reveling in the coolness that soothes my throbbing skull.

“I need you to drink this for me. Open your mouth and suck from the straw, Princess,” Jamie instructs. The cold liquid flowing down my throat is like diving into a pool on a hot summer day. Pure relief. I try to sit up, but Jamie places his hand on my shoulder, causing me to growl.

“Tonight is not the night to tell me what to do. Get your hands off? me,” I spit, and he huffs.

“If you want to sit up, just fucking say so. I’m trying to help you. Not to be a prick,” he whispers, and now it’s my turn to sigh. I’m not used to Jamie taking care of me like this. Rio and Spade are the ones who normally give me all the attention and care. Not Jamie.

“Well, excuse me for not being used to you nurturing me when I’m hurt. The last time we did this, you forced your dick inside me,” I snarl, and he laughs. I look up at him, ready to punch him in his throat, but his smile is so fucking genuine as his blue eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Mmm, how could I forget?” he answers, further pissing me off. Dario comes into view and puts his hand out for me to take as the door to the office bursts open and Spade rushes in with Ryder, the both of them covered in blood.

“What the fuck?” I yell, and Spade comes right for me, falling to his knees next to me as Dario helps me up into a sitting position on Jamie’s lap.

“Are you okay, Babygirl? What happened?” he asks, his eyes looking wilder than I’ve ever seen before.

I’m not sure whose blood the both of them are covered in or what the hell they were doing, but it triggered something in him.

I don’t think Ryder has realized it yet, but I see it written all over Spade’s face.

“I’m okay; my head is pounding and my body fucking aches. How’s my face?” I ask, and his eyes widen. Fuck! He stands up abruptly and looks at his brothers.

“Who the fuck did this? Did you get him?” he asks, looking down at Jamie, who I’m just realizing is covered in blood too. I turn to look at him, and he raises a brow.

“Did you kill Dalton without me?” I ask,

“Wait, Dalton did this to you?” Spade snarls, venom dripping with every word.

“Yes!” I answer while still looking at Jamie, waiting for him to confirm, which he doesn’t. So I raise a brow and punch him in the shoulder. “Well, did you?”

“Unfortunately, no. He was long gone by the time we got to you.” Looking back at Spade, I stand up.

“The kids! Are the kids okay? Has anyone called O?” I panic, looking around the room for my phone. My body fucking screams at me to sit the fuck down, but I can’t.

“Yes, calm down. They are all safe,” Spade assures me.

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Reid! I need to know that our kids are safe! I was just fucking beaten and raped in my own backyard, so forgive me for wanting to know that my kids weren’t harmed,” I spit as his eyes widen.

“R-raped?” he asks, not taking his eyes off of me. I nod, and he lifts the coffee table, tossing it across the room. He walks over to Jamie, rears his arm back, and punches him in the cheek so hard his head snaps back, then grips the collar of his shirt, lifting him as he gets in his face.

“When the fuck does it end with him? Did you know he was going to do this? Was this a setup?” he screams, rearing back and punching him again.

“Stop, that’s enough,” I yell, but Spade isn’t listening.

He’s so far gone. There is no reaching him.

I look over at Dario, who isn’t doing anything to stop him.

“What the fuck you guys? Stop him before they kill each other,” I yell, but still no one listens.

It’s as if I’m missing something vital here.

A piece of the puzzle that I cannot find.

“I want to go home. Reid. Take me home, please!” I shout, but yet again, he and Jamie just keep arguing as the others watch.

I walk up behind Spade and punch him in the back of his head, hurting my knuckles in the process.

He whips around growling, getting in my face.

I take a step back and scream because the look in his eyes was telling me he was about to do something he will never be able to live with.

The room goes silent, and I take a deep breath.

“I want to go fucking home! NOW!” I yell.

“I’ll take you home, Kitten,” Dario says, and I shake my head.

“No, I want Reid to take me,” I say, looking at Spade, who still has his hands in fists.

I reach for them and unravel his fingers, sliding mine into his.

He looks down at me as I look up at him.

“Please take me home. I just want you right now,” I whisper, and he nods, leading me from the office, down the stairs slowly, and out of the Mill.

He walks me around to the passenger side and presses me against my G-Wagon, cupping my face, but doesn't say a word, which is odd for him. Spade has always been vocal with how he feels, but right now he’s shut down, and I’m going to have to rip it out of him even if I hurt myself in the process.

I lean into his touch and close my eyes for a second, but he opens the door, lifts me into my seat and straps me in.

Shutting the door, he rounds the front of the truck, hopping in and then he turns her over. He pulls out of the parking lot and reaches for my hand, holding it as he brings it to his lips, placing a soft kiss against it.

As we ride home, the silence in this damn truck is deafening.

I can’t stand it, but I'll leave it be for now. Pulling through the gates, he nods at Rafe as we climb up the driveway and into the garage. I unbuckle myself, get out, and walk inside. I don’t wait for him.

I climb the steps to our floor, wincing along the way until I reach our room.

Stripping off my filthy clothes, he steps into the room behind me and we walk into our bathroom.

I fill the tub, adding in some bubbles and a bath bomb. I need to soak for a bit.

Spinning around as I wait for it to fill, I stare at the man before me, who is still fully clothed and covered in blood. Walking up to him, I grip the bottom of his once-white t-shirt and lift it up over his head.

“You don’t have to do this; I should be taking care of you,” he mumbles, not meeting my eyes.

“I’m no damsel, Babyboy. We can take care of each other,” I whisper as I unbutton his jeans. He grabs my hand, stopping me, then lifts my chin with his thumb to look up at him.

“I didn’t mean to scare you back there; I’m just not okay,” he admits as a tear drops from his eye.

“It’s okay, I understand–”

“But you don’t. You’re mad at me for lying. Ryder is mad at me for lying. So much so that he cheated, Jade. He fucking cheated. He had some biker cunt on his knees sucking his cock,” he growls, and I gasp.

“He what?” I say with wide eyes.

“I killed him, Babygirl. I dragged my knife across his neck and used his dead head to finish the job,” he tells me, his eyes wild yet again.

“Spade, it’s okay, baby. I’m sure Ryder has a perfectly good explanation for doing that,” I try to reassure him, but he shakes his head.

“That’s not the problem. I fucking killed an innocent man out of rage. Just like I would for you. When I catch fucking Dalton—I don’t care where–I’m going to kill him,” he growls, looking everywhere else but at me.

“Reid, look at me,” I demand, and his gorgeous steel gray eyes snap to mine.

He looks so haunted, so scared. Like the little boy inside is begging to be released.

“This isn’t the first time you've killed. This isn’t the first time you've lied to protect us. What makes this so different? What triggered all of this?” I ask, and he steps away, slamming his fists against the vanity, making me jump.

“Everything, Jade. Everything is boiling over. I don’t deserve any of you.

Carrying the weight of so many things is catching up, and I’m not sure how much more I can handle before I break,” he admits as I walk up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and spreading my hands along his chiseled chest.

“So break,” I whisper as I kiss all the scars on his back.

“I can’t, Jade. I’m not weak. I can never show weakness.

It’s not what I was taught. I have to be strong.

Take on everything and anything that comes my way.

I’m a Rodriguez—Cartel leader. Leaders aren’t weak, nor are we cowards,” he spits, and I shake my head as I continue to press my lips over every single scar.

Some from my doing, others from years of abuse.

“You’re wrong. You are human, Reid. You’re allowed a moment to break, to let it all out without harming yourself or others.

Babyboy, you wear your heart on your sleeve.

You feel everything, and that's not a bad thing. It’s one of the many reasons why I love you,” I tell him as he grips my hands, bringing them to his heart. He takes a deep breath and laughs.

“I can feel your nipples hardening against my back, you know?” So, I take this as my chance to make my husband feel better and slide my hand down his chest and stomach and into his pants.

“What are you doing, Babygirl?” He hisses as I use my other hand to pull his jeans and boxers down and over his hips.

Leaning to the left, my eyes collide with his through the mirror, and I smirk, stroking his hard cock. He hisses again when I run my thumb over the metal tip.

“You know, one day, I'm going to see if Ryder will let me peg you with him. You men love to stretch me out. So it’s only fair that I get to return the favor,” I whisper, picking up my pace. He slowly thrusts into my hand as I watch his muscles flex in the mirror.

“Look at me, Wife,” he growls, and my eyes snap up to him. Fuck, he looks so hot with his cock in my hand as he bites his bottom lip.

“You look like a god standing there, letting me make you feel good.” I smirk, tightening my grip, stroking him faster.

“Your god, Babygirl. Let me cum on your tits. Ryder already had me worked up earlier—nothing like hate sex.” He groans as he spins. Adjusting my hold on him, he runs his thumb over my nipple, making me moan, but the door slams open and Dario comes rushing in.

“We gotta go! Now!” he yells, rushing into the closet and hitting the code on the safe. We immediately stop, and Spade lifts his pants, tucking himself in and then shutting off the bathtub as I run over to Dario.

“What the fuck is going on?” I yell, and he looks at me with panic in his eyes.

“Get fucking dressed and suit up! Slash is in trouble,” he yells as he looks at Spade. “I don’t know what the two of you did, but we need to get to the clubhouse!” He growls, grabbing weapons and ammo. Looking at Spade I raise a brow.

“Do you know who the man was that you killed?” I ask and Spade shakes his head causing Dario to huff.

“California chapter’s V.P., and you, my little wife, killed the president. So we’re fucked!” he grunts.

Fucked is right!