Page 37 of Queen Of Clubs

Jumping to my feet, I spin around, taking in the tan leather seats where all three guys are sitting, blinking rapidly before something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention. A window. Clouds.

“Are we on a fucking plane!?” I gape at them in utter horror.

“Technically, it’s a private jet, but yeah, pretty much,” Zane confirms, lounging back in his seat, his arms lay on the arm rest like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

“How the hell did I get here?” I glare at him, rage simmering beneath my skin. “Did you seriously fucking kidnap me!”

“Jade, please,” Everett starts. “You need to calm down.”

I swing my gaze to him. “Calm down? You're joking, right? You want me to sit down, enjoy the ride to God fucking knows where, and just be okay with the fact that the three of you have taken me against my will?”

“That would be nice, yeah,” Zane snarks.

“You.” I snap my focus back to him, pointing my finger at him like I’m scolding a naughty child. “Don’t you even fucking start with me. I can't believe you did this. Are you crazy?”

“For you? Yes.” He blinks, face emotionless like he’s answering the most casual question.

I can’t even start to begin with these guys right now. I close my eyes and try to allow my brain to process everything.

“How did you do it? Hit me on the back of the head? Because it’s fucking pounding right now.” I instinctively rub the back of my head.

“Here.” Everett stands up and goes over to the little kitchen area. This place is like an RV in the sky. He grabs a white bottle, pops the lid, and shakes out two little pills onto his hand. After capping it, he grabs a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. “Take this. It will help,” he offers, holding it out to me.

“I’m not taking drugs from you,” I scoff, moving a step back.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Jade. It’s acetaminophen, to take away your headache.”

“I wouldn’t need to take anything for the pain if you didn’t fucking do something to me so you could kidnap me!”

“It was just a little pin prick. You will feel gross for a little bit, but you're going to be fine,” Zane grumbles.

“I’m going to kill you,” I snarl, having just about enough of his crazy ass. I go to launch myself at him, loving how his eyes widen in shock, but Everett’s arm wraps around my waist, holding me back.

“Let me go!” I shout through gritted teeth as I thrash in Everett’s arms.

“Jelly Bean, you're going to hurt yourself,” Griffin warns, leaning forward in his seat. “Could you stop and just talk to us?”

“Fuck you!” I spit. “You're all fucking crazy.”

“What are you doing?” Panic fills me as Everett holds me down while Zane takes out fucking handcuffs. “Stop. Don’t you fucking dare!” I scream. “Help! Someone help me!”

“Shut her up,” Zane snaps. Griffin curses but grabs a roll of duct tape, rips a piece off it, and shoves it over my mouth.

I’m fucking fuming, trying to pull my arms free, but Zane cuffs each hand to the arms of the chair. I scream but it’s muffled by the tape.

With my feet still free, I try to kick Zane, but he grabs my foot and glares at me.

“That's enough, Trouble,” he chastises. “You will calm the fuck down, now!” Again with the fucking alpha bark.

My body relaxes a little bit by no choice of my own. My chest heaves, nostrils flaring as I glare at him. He slaps another set of cuffs around my ankles before sitting back in his chair.

“Now, that's much better,” Zane gloats, grabbing my chin in a firm grip. I glare up at him, wishing looks could kill at this very moment. My chest rises and falls as I struggle to breathe through my nose. “If you would just be a good girl, we wouldn’t have to resort to such drastic measures. But seeing as how you just won’t listen and let us talk, this is what we have to do. So, now we’re going to make you listen to what we have to say.”

I scream against the tape, trying to rip my chin from his hold. He only leans forward to kiss my forehead before whispering, “Fight as much as you want, little omega. It just makes my cock harder.”

My body stiffens as it flushes with a surge of heat. Fuck. How does he affect me so damn much?

He lets my chin go and sits back in his seat with a chuckle, like he knows what he’s doing to me.

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