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Now, the things going on with Jameson are a bit touchy. I don't mind having some fun every now and then, but Spade is mine, and that's the end of it. I don’t care what that blond-headed fucker says. Bring the Carver out, I will fuck him up if he tries to take what’s mine from me. My phone vibrates against the countertop, taking me out of my crazy thoughts, and my body goes rigid as I see the text.

Teagan:

We need to meet up. Tomorrow night at 10p.m. Come alone.

I set the phone down, leaving her on read. This is the third time she wants to meet, and I’m getting sick and tired of lying to everyone. I need to put a stop to this, once and for all. Maybe take her right off the board. Then it will be one less enemy to deal with, but of course, that would be too fucking easy.

When will the lying end? I don’t want to lose any of them but at the end of the day I’m doing this to protect everyone and then some, but at what cost?

Chapter 11

Blood & Daggers

Jameson

After Spade sent a message to Ryder, making sure the kids were all good, we went in search of the lawyer. This little weasel was hard to track down, but after hours of searching, we finally found him at Carmine’s restaurant downtown, enjoying a nice steak dinner. This little rendezvous, to others, would seem normal, but to us, it's screaming red flags.

Carmine Roselli is the oldest of the four siblings, and the most ruthless of them all. He’s his daddy's protégé, so he’s been a huge fucking thorn in our sides when it comes to the sex trade and distribution of drugs. We get our drug supply from the Cyprus brothers, and have for the last couple of years, so we don’t need that avenue, and now that The Aces are dead, we started taking over the pipelines these last couple of months and tried to clean up some of the mess they left behind without fingers being pointed at us. But Carmine is making that extremely hard, then add in Vincent who wants to take over everything instead of staying in his fucking lane.

Poor Giovanna has been beside herself, and Jade is worried about Antonio, but the Abazi family has taken over, keeping them basically hostage over in the castle. Carmine and Vincent will not help us, because in their heads, their sister is as good as dead. She isn’t their problem, which makes me irate.

Yes, we were all taught women are commodities, nothing more, and female siblings are born to breed male heirs, and once the heir turns thirteen, their mother dies. Dario hated that his sister was forced to marry Sergio, which only brought him being forced to be in an arranged marriage with Marsela.

Luckily, she was murdered long before they said ‘I do’, but it’s been like a domino effect. Marsela’s death being blamed on Dario, then Dario actually murdering Sergio, who is Marsela’s brother, set the path to war. Giovanna stayed at the house the night her husband was murdered just for her to leave, without a word, the next morning; only to find out she was taken not even a mile away from our house by the Abazi family, which makes me think they are the ones who planted the bomb in Dario’s Suburban. It’s been a mess, to say the least. We just need to figure out a way to get Giovanna and Antonio out of there and ship them off somewhere before they kill her. We honestly don’t know who to trust anymore, and that alone is becoming a huge problem.

After Mr. Charles eats his meal, we followed him home, and now have him strapped to a chair and gagged in his living room. The man has already pissed himself, which only tells me he knows something.

“Are you ready to talk?” I ask as he yells into the gag. Jade taps my shoulder and I step away from the fat man shaking in the chair.

“Knife,” she says, sticking out her hand. Spade laughs as I place a dagger in her hand and kiss her forehead.

“It’s Dario's. I’ve been meaning to give it to you,” I whisper as she stands on her tippy toes, placing a kiss on my lips. She takes a step back from me and walks over to Mr.Charles. I truly love the fear rippling through his body. It makes me giddy, especially since I have killed no one since the night I gave Jade the ring. She never takes it off, so this is exciting, but I want to make this quick.

I miss my little munchkin, Hazel, and I hate not being home for our bedtime ritual, and I bet she’s missing it too. There is nothing in this world more precious than seeing her smile while her eyes light up as the three of us read Goldilocks to her. Jade rocks her as she watches us put on a show for her. Hazel coming into the world made me soft, but only for her.

The love she unlocked ,deep in my soul, is unconditional and I never knew it was hiding there until the moment I held her and she looked up at me with her bi-colored eyes, wrapping her tiny hand around my finger. It truly settled me. It was like this was all meant to happen. Not the losing Dario part, but Jade bearing our children and showing us what a family is and how much love we have to give, even if the love from our own parents was stripped from us and non-existent. Jaxon has wormed himself into my heart too, but there’s something about Hazel that hits differently. I love both of our kids, but maybe it's a girl thing. Jade warned me that a man loves their daughters harder than their sons and vice versa for moms. So I guess she was right, yet again. The scent of blood brings me back to the present.

“Who signed that will? I will not ask again.” She spits, cutting down his suit shirt. Spade takes out his gun, cocking it, pressing the barrel against Mr. Charles’ temple.

“When she asks you a question. You fucking answer.” He growls, smacking the gun across his forehead. He screams into the gag as Jade slices down his chest. The scent of blood permeates the air, sending me back to a memory I’ve been dying to do again.

“Princess,” I say as she spins around with a towel in her hand.

“Hey, Baby, I didn’t hear you come in,” she replies as I step into her space.

“As much as I love seeing you doing domestic shit, I have a bone to pick with you,” I say, taking the towel from her hand and throwing it on the top of the dryer.

“What did I do now?” she asks, rolling her eyes. Wrapping my hand around her throat, I squeeze gently as her eyes roll.

“You didn’t tell me you have your period. I’ve been wondering for the past twenty-four hours why I smell blood, and when I went to take a piss, I saw your used tampon,” I say, and her eyes widen.

“Tell me you didn’t?” She gasps and I chuckle.

“Yes, I fucking did, and now I’m feral for more.” I growl, pressing my lips against hers.

“You’re fucking disgusting. Don’t kiss me. Asshole.” She spits, pushing me away and I laugh, pressing my body into hers only for her to step back into the washing machine.

“This is what’s going to happen. You’re going to take that sexy ass out of this room and down the hall to our new bedroom. You are to strip and get on the fucking bed,” I demand, releasing her neck.

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