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“What the hell are you smoking?!” Jade jumps to her feet. “Are you crazy? I’m just as shocked as you are, maybe more so, if I even believe anything you've told me. But that doesn’t mean just because we all sit down and share our feelings, we’re going to pick up where we left off.”

“Why the hell not?” Zane’s face drops into a fierce glare. “And what do you mean if you believe what we told you? It’s the fucking truth.”

“Says you.” She crosses her arms. “Why wouldn’t I believe that this is all some bullshit for you to save your own asses?”

“Jade,” he snarls, stepping forward.

She puts a hand up to him. “Even if you were telling the truth, that doesn’t mean everything is going to change. I have my life. You have yours. You’re big rock stars worth millions, if not billions, by now, and I’m working at a high-end sex club. I love my life, I love my job, and the reality is that we are not on the same path in life. That path veered off in different directions a long time ago. Just because you come back into my life and say you're sorry doesn’t mean I’m going to drop everything to fall at your feet.” She licks her lips, trying her best to be strong. “I’m not the same girl you knew growing up.”

“Yes, you are,” Zane growls, moving closer to her again as she takes a step back. “You are our Jade. My Trouble.” He points to me. “His Jelly Bean.” Then pointing to Everett, says, “And his Tiny. It doesn’t matter how much time has gone by, that will never change. We are leaving soon for an international tour, and we’re not leaving without you.”

“The fuck?” Jade gapes at him. “I’m not going anywhere, sure as hell not on tour with you. Are you fucking nuts?” She shakes her head. “This is all too much. My head is pounding, and I need time to think. I—I can’t even process any of this right now. Leave your number with Travis, and I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

She throws the door open and storms off down the hallway.

“Jade!” Zane shouts after her. “Get your ass back here right fucking now.”

She doesn’t stop and tosses him the finger over her shoulder.

“Come on!” he snaps at us.

Quickly, we run down the hall after her.

By the time we make it to the bottom of the stairs, we’re just in time to see Jade leave through the front door.

“Fuck. We’re going to lose her,” Everett curses.

“Not if I can help it,” Zane says, rushing toward the door. We ignore security yelling at us as we look both ways down the street. “There she is,” Zane says, pointing to Jade’s retreating back.

We take off down the street, catching up to her.

“Jade,” Zane barks. “Stop right fucking now.”

“No!” she shouts back. “You're fucking crazy, and I’m done with this conversation.”

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, running a hand down my face. Zane starts to shake, anger consuming him completely. He’s gonna lose it. He’s going to fucking lose it.

“You wanna see how fucking crazy I am, Trouble?” he threatens. “I’ll fucking show you.”

“Zane,” Everett hisses out in a warning tone, but it does nothing to stop Zane as our crazy lover pulls a needle out of his back pocket. “You're mine,” he snarls. A second later, he’s jamming the needle into her neck.

I cringe, praying she doesn’t hate us even more when she wakes up. She gasps, eyes going wide before they flutter closed. Zane pulls the needle out and catches her now limp body.

“I’m never letting you go, Jade. You’re mine; ours. We finally found you, and we can’t lose you again,” he murmurs, kissing her forehead.

“Lovely. So, we’re in the kidnapping game now? Awesome,” I sass. But I’m going to be honest, I knew he would do something like this, and I didn’t do anything to stop him. Didn’t want to. Jade is ours, our scent match, and she’s never leaving our sight again.

Chapter 12

Jade

Imoan at the feeling of someone playing with my hair because it feels so damn good. Thick fingers rub against my scalp in a soothing motion, which has me melting into my dream man’s touch.

Something grows hard against the back of my head, and my eyes flutter open. “Morning, Trouble.” Zane’s stunning hazel eyes stare down at me.

It takes a moment for my brain to play catch up as my eyes roam his face. I almost forgot about that tattoo under his eye. Probably because I was still distracted by the fact that he had his cock inside Everett’s ass.

My hand twitches, wanting to reach up and brush my fingers over the tattoo, when the realization that I’m in his lap has me bolting upright. “Where the fuck am I?” I demand as I frantically look around.

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