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“Yea, I’m sure. You know I don’t like anyone, and I’ve already warned him that if he thinks about sticking his dick in you, I’d carve his heart out,” he whispers, sucking along my neck. I shiver at his words, knowing he is telling the truth.

“Alright. Hire him. Fuck it,” I say as I stare across the room at this man who, every so often, I catch looking back at me.

Later that evening, we invited Zayn to have dinner with us, so we decided to have a barbecue in the backyard and show him the pool house where he will be living.

Sitting around the table outside as we wait for the balloons to be delivered, my eyes lock with Zayn’s and I smile.

“So, Mr. Cruz, tell me about yourself,” I say as he takes a sip of his water.Why does the way his damn Adam's apple bob make my body quiver? Jesus christ.

“You can call me Zayn. Mr. Cruz makes me sound old and I’m only twenty-eight.” He laughs, and I nod, leaning forward placing my hands on the table.

“Alright. You have so many accomplishments. Why apply to be with my family twenty-four-seven rather than go home to your own?” I ask, and he frowns.

“I don’t have a family. My parents died when I was young, and I’ve been on my own since I graduated high school,” he admits, and I nod.

“I’m sorry for your loss. I lost my mom when I was thirteen, so I can sympathize with that,” I confess.

“It’s not easy being alone, but I’ve endured it and went straight into the military. I’ve made mistakes along the way, but I’m happy to be here,” he says, and I smile as Spade comes out with the balloons, with Ryder not too far behind with markers.

“Forgive us, but today marks one year since my late husband was killed, and instead of going to the cemetery, I figured we’d send balloons up to heaven for him,” I say, and he nods.

“That’s a cool way to celebrate his memory,” he says, swallowing thickly.

Spade walks around, handing out the balloons as Ryder passes out the markers.

“Alright, let's write Dario some messages and send them into the sky,” I say as I grab the red balloon and place it in my lap. Grabbing the black sharpie, I write him a little note.

“I miss you, Big Man. I love you, always and forever. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. See you soon. Jade xoxo.

Placing the marker down, I stand, look up at the sky and let go of the balloon, watching as it floats into the air. Spade hands me another one and I place it on Hazel’s high chair, holding it in place as he takes her hand, writing her name with the marker and letting her scribble on the balloon. Ryder does the same with Jaxon and then we let go, watching the balloons sail into the sky.

Tears fall down my cheek, and I glance over at Zayn, who's watching us all with a sad look on his face. My heart hurts thinking that it’s been a year without his touch, without his voice, without his presence. More tears fall down my face, but something pulls me to this strange man, and when my eyes lock with his, I see hurt beyond his grey eyes and I’m not sure what that is, but I notice his eyes are watery in the light before he looks away as his phone pings. Spade wraps his arms around me, kissing my cheek, taking my attention away from this man who intrigues me. I spin around in his arms and press my lips against his.

“For Dario,” I say, and he sends the last balloon up in the sky as the sun starts to set.

“Well, it was nice meeting everyone. I’m going to get out of here so I can pack up my apartment. I will see you all tomorrow evening,” Zayn says, shaking Jamie’s hand. He says goodbye to the kids, giving Jaxon a fist bump and Hazel a pat on the head. Our eyes lock and he nods at me. I smile, nodding back as he leaves through the side gate.

“Alright, it’s bath time kiddos,” Ryder announces as Spade cleans up dinner. My eyes collide with Jamie’s, and he smirks.

“Once we put the kids to bed, I expect you in our bed, naked and waiting,” he commands, and my whole body shivers in excitement.

“We’ll see,” I taunt, and he growls, lunging for me. I step back and run out into the backyard and down the hill as he chases after me. I laugh when his body collides with mine, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“You’ll never outrun me, My Little Creature,” he whispers, and I gasp, spinning in his arms. His eyes are dark and void. I haven’t seen this look in months. I shove him away and take a step back. He licks his lips with a sinister smile on his face, and I’m not sure if I should be scared or not. Only The Carver calls me Little Creature, and this look on his face is not one I’ve seen before. The sun has set, and I notice we are all alone. The wind picks up around me, causing goosebumps to litter my skin. Taking another step back, he stalks as he tilts his head.

“Run, Little Creature, run,” he growls, and I take off into the night.

Chapter 21

MindFuck

Jameson/The Monster

On Page NonCon/Rape

The mind of a sociopath is truly the scariest place of all, especially when it houses multiple unique personalities that are nothing but ruthless, evil, and depraved. A doctor has never diagnosed me with any type of disorder, and now I’m wondering if maybe something is wrong with me.

The voices started after I killed my mother and have been steadily getting worse over the years. It doesn’t help the abuse my father bestowed upon me, which is what I thought the voices were. My own mind berating myself for never being good enough, and then, when I craved the kill and became The Carver, the voices took my insecurities and turned them into impulsivity.

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