Page 3 of Give Me Forever Love

Jace looks over at me. “She lied to me,” he says. “She made me fall for her, and it was all to do this.”

He snatches the bottle from my hand and takes a big gulp before tossing it at the wall, smashing it to pieces.

His jaw ticks, and he looks like the devil himself when he says, “She won’t get away with this. I don’t give a fuck who she is.”

The sound of his voice sends chills down my spine. Jace is a jokester, but like this, he can be the scariest motherfucker on the planet.

I smile.

My heart rubs its hands together in satisfaction.Yes, let’s make her pay for this.

Chapter Two

Bryce

Hard metal cuts into my skin, giving me something to focus on. Rage swims in my veins. We all let her in, into our home, into my fucking club. She swam with my girl, shared a beer, and chitchatted about God knows what. She’s been playing us this whole time.

My fucking brother.

How could he be so stupid?

“You had a mean operation going on,” the agent says from the front seat. “Too bad it’s all over now, huh?” He chuckles.

My eyes shoot up to him in the rearview mirror and he smirks. “You won’t be the king in this place, pretty boy.”

I narrow my eyes, but sneer. “Pretty boy.” I’ll show this motherfucker pretty boy when he’s not in uniform and I’m walking free.

And I will be free.

Once we enter, I’m photographed and fingerprinted. I remove my black suit, stripping bare in front of the guard. My tattoos are the only thing covering my skin. My arms hang by my sides as I tighten my jaw.

“Open your mouth and lift your tongue,” he says.

I do. “Turn and place your hands on the wall.”

I lift my chin and face the white brick, feeling the movement of my back muscles when my hands go up on the wall.

“Bend and spread.”

I ball my fists and do as he says. Must suck to stare at ass and balls all day.

“Turn around and lift your arms.”

My arms go in the air. My whole body buzzes. Alive like a malfunctioned live wire. I feel the stretch of my skin, the pull of my ribs.

His eyes go down to my ink. “You crazy, like that tattoo?” he asks.

I don’t blink as I stare at him, knowing he’s referring to my mad hatter tattoo.

I smirk, naked, lean and hard as motherfucking stone.

He looks uneasy; he should be. “You’ll need to be to survive in here. Get dressed and you can have your phone call.”

Now in orange instead of my black suit and tie, I grab the phone and call K. I should call a lawyer, I should call Pops, but I’m not worried about me. I need to make sure my girl is okay.

“Hello?” she asks in a panic.

“Hey.” God, her voice. She touches me without even being here, soothing the tightening in my neck and giving me everything I need to focus on getting out of here.

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