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“You’re lucky I love you.”
Yep. That’s what I fucking said, like some kind of idiot.
I realized what I said too late, and I pulled my forehead off hers, my jaw tightening as I watched her eyes sparkle. Of course she’d get the wrong idea, like I…like I fucking meant it, or something. And, you know, maybe I did, but that was beside the point, and what I’d said earlier still stood. It was too early for that word.
Wasn’t it?
“Wow,” she murmured, running her tongue over her lips, “I never knew the grouchy Jacob was capable of love.” Jaz grinned, unable to keep up the serious expression she wore. “Mr. Grumps is in love with me. I should grab my journal so I can jot this down for future remembrance—” She let out a grunt when I flipped us, once again putting her under me, my cock still deep inside her.
“You will not do any of that,” I told her. “It was a slip of the tongue.”
“Mm-hmm. Sure, whatever you say.”
I was going to kill her. And by kill her, I meant I was going to whip my dick out of her, toss the used condom to the floor, and grab another, just to show her how much I didn’t love her.
Yeah…that made no sense. Whatever.
Chapter Ten – Jaz
Friday actually passed without issues. Archer was speaking to me again, we even texted a few times back and forth. I had things somewhat figured out with Dante, Vaughn, and Jacob, and I was feeling really good. Sucked that I couldn’t hang out with Bobbi, but at least I got to see her in choir.
Life, as hard as it was to imagine, went on.
And, fortunately for me, no more severed body parts in my locker. Maybe, whoever had killed Brittany was taking a break. I could hope, you know. Vaughn had taken the finger home, and done something with it—because I sure as hell didn’t want it back—but I knew I should tell Ollie. It’s just, you know, a weird thing to bring up, since the finger was literally it.
Eh, well, what’s the worst that could happen? …Probably not a question I should ask in Midpark, but I guess I was a masochist.
Come Saturday morning, I thought I would have a slow day. Ollie said Jacob was coming over to speak with him about anything he’d found out during the week, and I figured I’d steal a few glances while trying to pretend everything was normal. You know, the usual.
But that wasn’t what happened. In fact, Saturday turned out to be a very eventful day.
It was just after eleven when my phone buzzed, and I checked it, assuming it was Archer, since we’d been texting a little, trying to start over like we both wanted. It wasn’t Archer; it was Vaughn?
All the message said was: call me.
Mom was downstairs in the laundry room folding laundry and separating it into piles depending on who the clothing belonged to, so I was able to sneakily close my bedroom door and dial him right then and there. Ollie was in his office, locked away, so I didn’t have to worry about him eavesdropping.
Vaughn picked up immediately, though he said nothing.
“What’s up?” I asked, jumping onto my bed and letting out a sigh. Even though I was a murder suspect, life had actually been okay these last few days. I was hesitant to say it, but I thought things were starting to look up.
“I spoke with Markus,” Vaughn told me, and I instantly recalled his older brother, the tall, dark and handsome guy in a suit who sounded like he could kill you with just a glare.
Rolling onto my side, I gave my back to my bedroom door, as if I thought it could hear me as I whispered into the phone, “About the finger?”
Vaughn was quiet for a few moments, and he startled me a bit when he admitted, “No. I…I wanted to see if he’d let me have you over. My family doesn’t let strangers onto our estate, but he told me if he met with you first, he’d allow it.”
Was Vaughn asking me to hangout? I’ll be the first to admit, the prospect of going onto the Scott estate would’ve been a frightening one, had he asked me weeks ago. Now? Now I would take any extra time with him that I could, even if that meant I was walking onto a property where legally questionable things happened on a daily basis.
The Scotts were not a family to piss off or betray, that much I knew.
It wasn’t a good idea to go, I knew, but I found my heart beating in my chest, wondering if this was Vaughn’s odd way of asking me to be with him, to do what Dante and I had done in that limo in front of him. He’d gotten more than an eyeful, and he’d looked like he wanted to join, but yet he held back.
The real question was…was Vaughn worth a meeting with Markus? Not going to lie, that man scared me more than I wanted to admit, but my heart already knew the answer. Yes, Vaughn was worth it. He’d said and done some questionable things, but he’d never hurt me. That, I believed in my very soul, even if it was naive to do so.
“When?” I asked, the word nearly caught in my throat. It was ridiculous, but I was actually nervous to go to his house, see where he lived…and have a meeting with one of his brothers—all of which I’d been warned against being alone in a room with before.
Vaughn didn’t wait a second more to say, “Are you free this afternoon?”
