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Working for her and this family has been challenging, to say the least. Having to stay away from her and not put her in her place, grates on my damn nerves every single day. The guys are great to work with. It’s funny that they don’t see what is in front of them; not even how Jade looks at me, or they don’t care. I’m not sure how to feel about it, but honestly, my favorite time of the day is hanging out with the kids. Hazel just started walking, and she looks like a little Tellytubby. Jaxon is smart as a whip. I know when he gets older, he’s going to be a handful and overprotective of Hazel. It’s going to drive her nuts. But for the time being, I will make sure all three kids are safe and well taken care of. Last weekend I helped them move the rooms so all the kids have their own spaces. Plus, Spade and Jade wanted to get Prince’s room set up.

“Alright, guys, he’s pulling in down by the docks. Everyone ready?” Spade asks as we all answer yes.

“Brat, are you even armed? Or did you only come with your good looks and a prayer?” I ask, and she laughs.

“Awe, you think I look good, Zayn?” she says, her voice silky smooth, hitting me straight in my cock. I clear my throat, parking the car and getting out. They already have Max surrounded, ordering him to walk into the shipment container.

Looking over my shoulder, I see Jade walking in my direction.All attitude, screaming sex appeal in her knee-high boots, leather skirt, white crop top and red leather jacket with her long black curly hair flowing around her face as the wind picks up. I’ve never seen a more gorgeous woman in my life. Now I understand why the guys keep impregnating her. She’s breathtaking with her round belly. Even in an outfit like that.

“Pick your jaw up from the ground, Hotshot. We got a dickface to kill.” She smirks as she wipes the drool from the corner of my lips.

“Ladies first. I’ll watch your six. Remember to stay focused when you get in that container. Unleash hell on that motherfucker,” I say, and she winks at me as she looks over her shoulder.

Taking out my pistol, I take in my surroundings as we walk towards the metal container that's dangling just over the edge of the dock. I quickly get in front of her and open the door, letting her step in. She takes off her jacket and hands it to me. Taking it from her, I stand back, close to the door, leaning back against the metal wall. My phone vibrates in my pants, and I take it out to read the text.

Unknown:

Your time there is almost up. This is your reminder of the deal you made with us.

Me:

I haven’t forgotten.

Sliding my phone back in my pocket, I seethe where I stand watching Jade work the room. Three more months and I have to say goodbye. They need to hear the truth from me before it’s too late. I should’ve just stayed away, but I couldn’t. They didn't allow me, and now, just when everything is going well, one text, and my world comes crumbling down.

Chapter 31

Dalton's Little Bitch

Jade

Max thrashes against the chains holding him in place at the back of the container. Walking up to him, I smirk.

“Dalton really thinks he’s smart and in control lately. This is where I show him he’s wrong,” I spit, stepping into his space.

“Fuck you. You’re all dead, you just don’t know it yet. Each of you has an expiration date along with a bounty dangling over your heads. Dalton will reign over you all,” he growls, causing me to throw my head back, laughing.

“He’s never had the power to create such a false narrative. Money can’t always buy loyalty and respect. I’ve hired men to watch the house. There are guards who’ve I paid off to hand me information, but yet he thinks he holds all this power. He’s a fraud and that money he promised everyone is gone. Isn’t it, Babyboy?” I grin, looking over my shoulder at my husband, who wears a huge smile across his face.Damn, I’m one lucky girl. That man can wear a pair of acid-washed jeans and a white tee like a fucking god. His hair is wild as he stares back at me. He rarely wears a holster, but with being the cartel leader now, he’s been arming himself more and more. And my god, he’s one fine specimen.

“Focus, Brat. Stop eye fucking your husband,” Zayn growls into my ear. My eyes slam to his as he stands in the container's entrance with his arms folded across his chest. I roll my eyes and wait for him to scold me, but he never does.Interesting. He’s another one who wears all black with his neat beard that makes me want to ride his face while looking into his eyes. Jesus. I really need Spade to fuck me, like ASAP. I’ve never been this fucking worked up in my life. Maybe because I’m lacking two other men I love and haven’t felt in a long time.

Looking back at Spade, I nod at him as he comes to stand next to me with a tablet in his hand. Max’s eyes widen as Spade shows him with a flick of his wrist how Dalton’s overseas accounts are now gone.I had Spade create accounts for the kids. They will have a great start later on in life. That's the least this prick can do after everything he’s done.

“No, what did you do?” he accuses as I take my knife out of my thigh holster, pressing the blade under his chin.

“I’m taking everything from him one by fucking one. His money, his cars, businesses, homes. By the time I'm done, he will have nothing but the suit he's wearing. Then, and only then, will I string him up and drain his blood slowly while torturing him until he’s nothing but a skin bag,” I snarl, digging the knife into his throat. His eyes widen in fear as I apply pressure against the handle, twisting as he chokes. Blood seeps from the wound as I carve into his flesh, ripping through the muscle, hitting the bone with the tip. Leaving the knife embedded in the bone, I take out Dario’s dagger, slamming it into his chest as I grind through his flesh, writing three words into him. His body convulses as I tap the handle sticking out of his throat. The more he struggles to breathe, the more blood splatters against my face.

“Damn, Jade,” Zayn says in my ear, causing my cheeks to redden. He’s never truly seen me kill before. Not sure what he was expecting. The smell of weed permeates the air and I look over my shoulder to see Spade passing a joint to Ryder. He winks at me, and my cheeks get even redder.Jesus Christ.

Taking a step back, after I’m finished carving into his body, I take out my phone and snap a picture, then slam the knife handle further into his throat as his head lulls to the right. Turning towards the guys, I toss my phone to Spade, which he catches quickly.

“Send that to the burner phone. In thirty days, send it to Dalton,” I order, and he nods as I walk past him. Looking up at Zayn, I hand him my earpieces and proceed to leave, but he grips my arm, pulling me back before I could take a step further.

“Let me walk you to your vehicle. Be fucking smart out here,” he whispers in my ear. I bite back a moan from his growly tone and let him leave before me.Spade and the others know what to do. I don’t need to even say it.

Exiting the container and into the blistering sun, I’m blinded momentarily and Zayn holds me steady.

“You good?” he asks, but I shake my head.

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