Page 46 of Jagger
Wolfe and Kaden do nothing to stop us, and when we crash into the shelving unit, none of them blink an eye.
"Fucking children," Kaden mutters.
"What thefuckis going on?" a shrill voice asks, and Colton and I stop to see Aphrodite in the doorway, her hands on her hips. Her feet aren't bandaged anymore, but she hobbles toward us slowly as Kaden rises to help her.
I shove Colton away, and he moves toward me, but Aphrodite's glare cuts him off.
"If you can't behave like a human, leave."
Colton scowls and points at her. "You can't tell me what to fucking do."
Kaden moves forward, but Aphrodite stops him, a hand on his chest.
"You'll respect me, Colton, and not because I'm a woman. But because I could end everything for you in under ten minutes. I dare you to prove me wrong."
My chest heaves and my ribs ache, but I know she's right. She's now the queen of the Dahla mafia business—there isn't anything she can't do.
Which means she could help us…
"No one will ever find you. This is your last chance." Her eyes are cold and calculating, her hand wrapped around her phone.
One call and she could have us all killed if she were so inclined. Even Colton has to respect her power. He stares at Aphrodite for a beat before shrugging.
"You're on your own," Colton mumbles to me. "Good luck." He shoves past me, and I close my eyes, resisting the urge to punch the cunt in the back of his head.
I turn back to see Aphrodite staring at me.
"You're on your own with what? Anything you want to tell me,cuz?" The final word drips with sarcasm.
I close my eyes and press my palms into them, wondering how long I'll live if I tell her everything.
But Molly is at stake, and all that matters is that she's safe.
I slump into a chair and rest my head, wondering if it would be easier to be dead. At least then I wouldn't have to put up with this shit.
"Jagger…" Aphrodite warns as Kaden stares at me, his eyes telling me to speak now or forever hold my peace.
If only.
"Molly's been kidnapped." I stare at the floor. "And it's my fault."
"How is it your fault?" Aphrodite inquires slowly, her cheeks turning puce. "Tell me, Jagger, how is my best friend being kidnappedyourfucking fault?!"
I rub my head and say, "Because I found her phone. The day you left."
Aphrodite looks puzzled. "And?"
Wolfe looks intrigued. "Yeah, and? This beats any TV show I've seen."
I hang my head in shame, not because of what I did, but because of what happened as a result of it. "I texted some guy from her phone. He'd been sending her fucking photos of her nude?—"
Wolfe grins. "Nice."
Aphrodite shoots him a look of disgust, wrinkling her nose.
"—and I invited him to town for a hook up," I finish with a wince.
Aphrodite gapes at me. "You didwhat?!"
