Page 6 of Anarchy

“Hey, Jamie,” I say, looking over at my caveman.

“Yes, Princess,” he replies, gripping my hand and bringing it to his lips as he drives down the long road towards the clubhouse.

“Can we stop at the mill real quick? I need to check on something.” I say, and he nods.

“Sure, baby,” he says, never letting go of my hand as his thumb rubs over the diamonds.That makes me so fucking sad knowing I’ll never get to say ‘I do’ to Dario even though we do have a certificate of marriage and they are all my husbands, I still wanted a wedding. I wanted to walk down the aisle and see all three of them looking at me in my dress and to see all the love and admiration in their eyes. I know it’s selfish to think about, being I still have Jamie and Spade, but I’m missing a piece of my soul and no one seems to understand that.

“What are you thinking about in that head of yours, Princess?” he asks, not realizing tears have fallen from my eyes.

“I miss him. That’s all.” I sigh as he pulls into the new parking lot of the mill. He puts the truck in park, but I place my hand on his bicep before he tries to exit.

“I’ll only be a few minutes. I just need to check something,” I say, and he raises a brow. “I’m safe here. I promise I’ll only be a second,” I reassure him, pressing my lips against his, to which he deepens the kiss, as always. I pull back, and he growls. “Such a caveman. You can ravish me later. Be patient.” I laugh, knowing he will never be patient, not as long as his heart is beating.

Climbing out of the truck, I take out my keys from the back pocket of my black jeans and unlock the door, swinging it open. Flipping the switch, the lights turn on and I enter in the security code to shut the alarm off, then head for the stairs to the office. Opening the door, I’m immediately hit with Dario’s scent.Fuck.

Walking over to his desk, I sit and power up his computer. While waiting, I sit back and close my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, wishing that maybe he would pop up out of nowhere and everything would go back to normal so that my heart wouldn’t be shattered. That I wouldn’t feel so fucking empty and lost anymore, but when I open my eyes, I see a picture of us sitting on his desk next to a frame with a picture of our sonogram picture of the twins.

Tears stream down my face as I pick up the picture of us that has collected dust. Sighing, I swipe the dust away, bringing it to my lips and kiss the man in the picture. I know over time it will get easier.So they say.

The thought of forgetting him sends a chill down my spine, a cold dread clinging to my heart. Letting go feels like severing a lifeline, a soul-wrenching emptiness threatening to consume me. Sitting here at his desk, a wave of grief washes over me, the faint ghost of his scent, a cruel reminder of the love I'll never again feel. Each passing moment feels like a fading echo of him, leaving behind an aching emptiness where his laughter once resonated. I can’t tell the others how I feel. I’m so afraid they will think I’m selfish, but I can’t help it.

I miss him so fucking much and I’d give fucking anything to have just one more day, one more kiss, one more everything.

Just one more day…

Chapter 6

Offices & Screams

Jameson

Five months later…

“Sandie! Where is my lunch?” I yell from my office.

'Callaghan Enterprises' I fucking hate being here, running this fucking place. Father dipped out and left everything to me. For the past year, things have been pure Chaos, and then in the blink of an eye, everything turned into Mayhem. It doesn’t help that the moment we all thought we could breathe and finally enjoy life, everything blew up in our faces and Bedlam ensued. The fall of a king and the legacies of our fathers’ dynasties left us with little to no choices. Spade now runs the Cartel as I was forced to become the CEO of everything Dalton owns, and then there's Dario. All his fortune was left to Jade. Not by choice, but because of marriage. She didn’t want any part of it, but again, there was no choice in the matter.

In a few weeks, she has a meeting with the five families along with the Irish Council. Watching her in action is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Her reigning Anarchy on the world, rising in power over men who she brings to their knees, pregnant and all, gets my dick hard every single time.

The door to my office opens as my secretary, Sandie, stumbles in with her blonde hair covering her face. She’s not an ugly woman, she’s just not Jade. I hate blondes and we all know why, but what I dislike the most about her is that she’s a fucking idiot. My father hired all these mouse-faced women who are truly airheads, which means all they were good for is a warm hole.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Callaghan. Your lunch is on the way.” she stammers out, and I huff.

“How many times do I need to tell you? Call me Mr. Jameson, that's it. If I hear the word Callaghan come out of your mouth with Mr. attached to it again,I will cut out your fucking tongue. Now, get out!” I spit as she gasps and hurriedly leaves my space. Taking out my phone, I check everyone's location. Jaxon should be in preschool, which from the little green dot I see, shows me as such. Spade is down at the docks where the old warehouse blew up. I wonder if the contractors have updated him on that venture. Our house is finally finished but we are working on extending it some more. Jade insists on us having our own wing of the house and giving Spade and Ryder their own space as well. Whatever Princess wants, Princess gets, and she knows it too.

Scrolling down to the purple dot, I see that Jade isn’t at home which grates on my nerves considering when I close out and look at my text thread with her, I don’t see any messages from her. I do not like it when she leaves the house alone. She knows she is supposed to take one of Gio’s men everywhere she goes, but of course, Jade being Jade, she never fucking listens. Scrolling down to Spade’s name, I shoot him a quick text.

Me:

Did you know that our wife is not at home?

Placing my phone down, the door opens again and Sandie walks in with my lunch, placing it down in front of me. Taking a step back, she fiddles with her hand as she waits for me to say something. I look up from the food and my eyes lock with hers, raising a brow. Her eyes widen, and she skedaddles out of my office once more. I laugh as my phone vibrates. Picking it up, I read the text.

Spade:

She said she wanted to go shopping and get some fresh fruit from the Farmer’s Market in town.

Me:

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