Page 40 of Queen Of Clubs

“Well, that's easy for me,” Everett gloats. “As for them, not so much.”

“Who’s who?” I ask, referring to who’s got trouble with what substance.

“Drinking,” Zane mutters, looking back out the window.

“It’s just a bit of coke sometimes,” Griffin says guiltily. “But I’ll stop.”

My heart hurts, wondering how they got to that point where they’d need to use the hard stuff. But with the lifestyle they’re living, I’m not surprised.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll stay.”

“Yes!” Griffin whoops, jumping up and fist-pumping the air. “You're going to love it. Being on the road, it’s fucking amazing.” His grin is so wide, so beautiful, it takes my breath away. His face falls slightly when I don’t instantly get excited with him. “I do want to ask you something, though. And please, please consider it.”

“What?”

“Please, don’t write off us being together. We want to court you, show you what a life with us being your alphas could be like. I don’t think any of us could handle having you so close while having to keep our hands to ourselves.”

“I’ll think about it,” I whisper, my mind racing, wondering what I should do.

“That's all I ask.” He nods, sitting down.

The three of them stare at me, and I shift uncomfortably. “Ahh, can I get out of these cuffs now?” I ask. Zane gives me a look as Everett starts to remove the restraints. “I’m not going to fucking go anywhere.” I glare at him. “We’re in the fucking air.”

“I swear, Trouble, if you keep fighting me, we’re going to have issues. Because I’m telling you right now, you are mine. I don’t give a shit about any of this. I’m not letting you go.”

I hate how much I love that. The passion in his declaration. I hate that I believe him, too.

“Is there a bathroom?” I ignore him and look at the other two.

“Just down there.” Everett points.

Without saying anything else, I turn around, heading down the hall of this fancy-as-hell private jet and into the bathroom.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself as I stare at my reflection. My hair is a mess, the dress I’m in is all rumpled. Thankfully, I wasn’t wearing much makeup to begin with, so it’s only a little smudged. Sighing, I take one of the paper towels and get it wet with warm water. After I’m done washing the makeup off, I splash my face with cold water and do what I can to fix my hair.

“Jade?” Griffin’s voice sounds through the door.

“Yeah?” I answer back, heart picking up speed at his voice. It’s still crazy that I’m actually here with them. After all these years.

“I thought you might want to change into something more comfortable.”

Opening the door, I find Griffin holding a pile of clothes in his hands. “I hope this is okay for now. When we land, we can go get you everything you're going to need.”

“Thanks.” I smile, taking the clothes. His face lights up at my reaction, and my heart clenches, remembering the fact that they didn’t want any of the horrible things that happened the past six years brought up any more than I did.

Someone did this to us. Someone kept us apart, and I really hope the guys do as they said and find out who it was.

“There’s a bedroom you can change in.” He steps back and opens the door across from this one. “For more room.”

“Thanks,” I reply again, not really sure what else to say right now. I’m still partly in shock and really do just need some time to think.

He nods and leaves me in the room to change. I pull off the dress and slip into the pair of sweatpants and the T-shirt he gave me. I smile because these are probably his. They’re a little big but comfortable.

Next, I grab the sweater and pull it on. It’s soft, and I sigh, taking a deep sniff. I’m hit with a wave of disappointment when I can’t smell his lemon and blueberry cheesecake scent, and I realize that the last hit of alpha-blocker spray must be still in my system since it hasn’t been twenty-four hours from the last time I’ve taken it.

At least, I’m assuming that's what they would still smell like. Maybe their scents are completely different to me now that I’m an omega. That would be a shame, though, because their scents were so damn good.

A wave of exhaustion hits me, and a whimper slips free. I’m tired, and for some reason, all I want right now is to be held.

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