Page 12 of His Sacrifice

I had seen the feistiness Murphy had mentioned. Jada wasn’t afraid to say what she wanted and wouldn’t be made to do anything she didn’t.

Thankfully, I had managed to convince her to give me a second chance.

Now, I needed to figure out what I was going to do with that second chance.

Tell her really what I was up to, or see where things naturally went.

If I took out the whole order from Leo to use her to lure out Candace, Jada was my type. The type of woman who would instantly turn my head and want in my bed.

Maybe Jada didn’t need to know about my plan.

Telling her might mess things up completely, and she would never want to talk to me again.

I almost messed everything up by not telling her who I was.

I pulled out into traffic and headed back to the office.

Maybe I was just going to see where the night went and decide when I needed to.

Maybe I just had no damn clue what I was doing.

Chapter Six

Jada

The 1000M.

Good freaking Lord.

Just standing outside of Creed’s apartment made me feel like I was way out of my league. I should have told his driver to take me back home once we pulled up to the front entrance.

Creed lived in one of the city’s most opulent and impressive apartments that had just recently opened.

“This way, ma’am.”

I followed closely behind the driver who had picked me up, and I tried my best not to stare at the amazing building.

My shock started when the car I had gotten into cost more than a year’s worth of rent, and now, walking through the 1000M where the elite of Chicago lived, I was struggling to breathe.

We stepped into the elevator, and he pressed the last button and scanned a card.

The seventy-second floor.

The penthouse.

I tried to control my breathing, but I was ready to have a panic attack.

What in the hell was I doing in an elevator at the 1000M headed to the penthouse? What freaking fairytale had I fallen into?

“I’m Jada, by the way,” I awkwardly announced. I should have introduced myself when I met the driver, but my shock had taken over. I pressed a hand to my chest. “Jada,” I repeated. I was talking like a cavewoman.

The man nodded. “Jax, ma’am.” He had to be in his fifties with perfectly coifed silver hair, a strong jaw, and a kind smile. He was wearing black slacks, a white button-down shirt with the first button undone, and black dress shoes. He looked like a man who knew how to take care of himself, especially with the slight bulge at his back that I had assumed was a gun. I should have been shocked, but I kept in the back of my mind that the Banachis were mafia. Well, the rumor was that they were mafia, and Tatum had more than verified that with everything she had told me. Plus, normal people didn’t have someone like Candace after them.

“Thank you for picking me up and driving me. And also for taking me to the penthouse.” My voice cracked on the last word, and I swallowed nervously. “You drove amazingly.”

He cleared his throat and nodded. “It’s my job, ma’am, but you are welcome.”

I leaned toward Jax. “I’ve never been to the penthouse before. Hell, I’m pretty sure I’ve never said the word out loud before.”

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