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I gasp in shock, barely able to stay upright as we’re rushing through the hallway, me being dragged by Reece hastily until we’re out in the car park and Reece shoves me into the passenger seat of his Bugatti.

Chapter 21

Reece

Jasper grips the door handle in a death hold, not saying a word as we drive across town. You’d think I was driving him off a cliff with his reaction.

Quickly arriving at the pub, I drag Jasper inside, hoping no one saw us. He’s already put his foot in it by asking about me at uni, so word is probably going to get around that a guy from the rich side of town was asking about me and was seen with me. Thankfully, Malyk is at the pub. I shove Jasper towards the bar and he sits on a stool whilst I pull Malyk aside. He laughs and taunts me, “Ooo, dropping off your boy toy for me to play with, Ree?”

Watching Jasper out of the corner of my eye I respond with malice, “Touch him, and I'll slice you open to bleed out without a care, Malyk.”

Malyk laughs again, elbowing me in the side so I focus my attention on him and not Jasper.

“You've got it bad for thy enemy, my sweet,” Malyk teases.

I grip Malyk's neck, shoving him against the wall, seething into his face, “I hate Jasper Capullo.”

Malyk chuckles like a hyena again. I swear he laughs that way to piss me off, knowing it grates on my nerves. “Keep telling yourself that, my sweet. You're walking the line.”

“Shut ya trap Malyk or I'll shut it for you.”

I let go, and Malyk nods over to Jasper sitting at the bar sipping on a glass of clear liquid.

“Your boy looks so pretty wrapping his lips around that glass,” Malyk comments, licking his lips.

“What're you implying Mal?” I question him, balling my fists so I don’t hit him.

Malyk smirks, laughing loudly. “I bet those lips look pretty as fuck wrapped around your thick cock,” he taunts with a moan. I see red. But also I see images of that very thing in my mind–knowing exactly what that feels like–and my dick twitches in my jeans.

“Don't Mal,” I warn. “Don't even think those thoughts about him, nor my cock.”

Malyk’s eyes light up. “So he has sucked you off.”

I scoff, flipping Malyk off. “I gotta go,” I tell him, heading out the door when I tell him, “Look after him but don't touch what's mine.”

Malyk laughs and then scoffs, teasing me, “I'm kinky my sweet but I don't have a death wish.”

He flips me off too, sauntering over to Jasper and standing behind him, leaning in. My stomach twists, and for a moment I consider going over to Jasper and kissing him, to send the message home to my best friend that Jasper is really mine. But I'm already late for this job and despite his teasing, I trust Malyk to keep his hands to himself. If he doesn’t I won’t hesitate to follow through on my threat.

Jasper Capullo is mine.

Heading out to the back of the pub, I climb on the motorbike I’d stashed there for quick jobs when I didn’t want someone recognising the Bugatti. I slide my helmet on and speed off to the docks, crossing into Capullo territory. Pressing down on the pedal I can feel my knife against my ankle where it’s tucked into my boot.

I’m wondering if I'll get the chance to use it on this job.

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Getting to the docks, I park the bike just out of sight and leave my helmet on the seat. Sliding off, I grab my gun out and start stalking around with the gun cocked looking for the hit. It doesn't take more than a few minutes before I find him unloading boxes from the back of a shipping container.

“Drop the boxes, Maxwell.”

The idiot drops the box on his foot, cursing and clutching it as he turns around to face me, trepidation and anxiety painted on his ugly mug.

“I…I'm innocent,” he stammers, warily taking a few steps back.

I chuckle, and it bounces off the walls. “More like guilty. Where are you planning on taking this coke? Back to Montserrat territory?”

He’s been doing dodgy dealings for months, bringing cocaine and other illicit drugs back into Montserrat territory–mainly to my father’s club–which is forbidden in my father’s fucked up club rules.

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