Page 34 of Plain Jade

“He taught you to kill?” Jade asked.

Braxton nodded. “And I was good at it. I also had a knack for locating people. I don’t think he took too kindly to that.”

“Why?”

“I became a problem to him, and then one night he decided it was time to eliminate the competition.”

“What?”

Braxton nodded. “I had started to find the people he was looking for, and I dealt with them. I didn’t have any feelings on the matter, and it came easy to me. He didn’t like that I started to raise the ranks, and more people wanted me because I got the job done.”

“What happened?”

“He tried to kill me and failed. You see, he only taught me so much, but I went out and taught myself. He put me in a difficult position and I defended myself.”

She took hold of his hand, trying to give him strength. “And what happened to the farmer?”

“After I took care of him, I went back to the farmer, dealt with him, and then made sure to free the kids that were there.” He shrugged. “I’ve never looked back. I’m the man they call when they want something done.”

“And what happened today? You’re hurt.”

“They tried to take me out, but don’t worry. I know who it is, and I’ll take care of it.”

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Braxton wasn’t afraid. He watched as Jade bustled around him, trying to keep busy. His wounds would heal. She hadn’t even asked what the other guys looked like, and she didn’t need to. They were all dead, every last one of them.

It had been a trap but the idiot gangster that had put his men up to the challenge of taking him out hadn’t stayed around to see how it ended. That was his first mistake. The second was assuming a room full of his soldiers would be able to take him out.

“Are you comfortable?” Jade asked, reaching behind him to plump up his pillows.

He wrapped his arms around her, refusing to let her go. “Not quite.”

She let out a little gasp and he moved her into position so that she was straddled against his body. He’d been here a couple of days. Jade had slept beside him, and he’d loved watching her sleep. Each morning, he had seen the shock on her face as she looked at him still here.

She would get out of bed, go to the bathroom, cook him breakfast, and then ask if he needed anything. She had even offered to stay home with him, but he didn’t want to run the risk of breaking her schedule.

People were looking for him, and so far he was able to keep a low profile. He had no intention of leaving her apartment until he was fit enough to take out the son of a bitch that thought he could attack him.

He spent most of the day plotting his revenge. Well, it wasn’t really revenge. The stupid fuck had given him no choice. If he allowed him to live, then quite simply, other people and contracts would treat him like a fool, and he wasn’t having that.

The gangster signed his death warrant the moment he set the trap. All he had to do was wait to deliver it.

He knew work had come in for him as well, but he’d ignored it. For now, he was focused on only one person—Jade. She’d been a distraction to him. Other men might be pissed with themselves for allowing their thoughts to be completely consumed by their woman. Not Braxton. Thinking about Jade, imagining his time with her, gave him a sense of peace. One he wasn’t willing to give up.

And so, as he moved her close to his cock, his wounds no longer hurt, he stared into her beautiful brown eyes. Braxton had come to a decision that he wasn’t going to let her go. He knew he could take care of her, keep her and any family they had safe. All he had to do was handle this final situation, and then everything would be clear.

“I find this hard to believe. You’re happy with me sitting on your lap. Aren’t you, like, … in pain? I saw your wounds.” She pursed her lips and looked so stern and cute at the same time. He couldn’t get enough of her. She drove him wild.

Many a night when he’d been away from her, his aching cock had told him a story. One that was quite desperate and hungry for that woman. He wanted to be balls-deep inside her all the freaking time. That never changed. He just … craved her. Every single second of every single day.

Braxton had tried to think of her with another man, but it never ended well. He didn’t want to think of her with anyone but him. Only him. He wanted her, craved her, hungered for her, was desperate for her.

Stroking her cheek, he sunk his fingers into her hair, and then pulled her against him, drawing her close. He pressed his face against her cheek, and then slid back, kissing the pulse at the base of her neck. He heard her sharp intake of breath, and he flicked his tongue right across the pulse. Before he was done, he used his teeth, biting down, not too hard but enough to make her gasp and moan. Fuck, those sounds were going straight to his cock. He wanted inside her badly.

She wore an oversized shirt and a pair of lounge pants. He tugged at the shirt, ridding her body of the offending item. She hadn’t put on a bra, and he groaned, cupping those luscious tits, pressing them together, and he teased across the nipples. His thumbs slid back and forth, and then he gripped her back, drawing her close to him, and took one of those nipples into his mouth. He sucked on the peak and heard her moan. Braxton wasn’t gentle either. Letting go of one nipple, he slid across and went to the second, lavishing the same kind of attention onto that one as well.

Another moan escaped her lips and he loved the sounds. It was how he always wanted her to be. She rocked her pussy against his cock, and he knew she wanted him to touch her clit, to stroke her.

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