Page 118 of Chaos

After sending Jax a quick message, I make myself a cup of tea and head to the bedroom. Tonight was so crazy. I get why he needed some space.

When an hour goes by, and I still haven’t heard anything, a knot of worry starts to grow in my belly.

How do I get a hold of Alexei? At least I have Nikolai’s number.

Me: Nikolai, It’s Sofia. I’m sorry it’s late, but Jax hasn’t come home. Can I get Alexei’s number?

Nikolai: Sleeping with Alexei is not a good idea.

Me: NO. Alexei was supposed to pick up Jax hours ago.

Nikolai: Standby

My mug is empty after nervously sipping it before Nikolai replies back.

Nikolai: Alexei was sleeping. He never heard from Jax.

Me: What? Where the hell is he?

Nikolai: We will find him

Making sure my phone is plugged in, I stare at it, hoping for some sort of response.

Please, Jax. Tell me where you are. Every time I call his number, it goes straight to voicemail. I want to smash it against the wall.

When he left, he was in a bad place. But when I talked to him, he sounded much happier and eager to come home.

My belly flops. What if he got hurt? Arrested? Do mafia men get arrested? Did some of his old trouble catch up with him?

With a spinning head, I curl up in our bed and pull Jax’s pillow close to me. It smells like him. Not like the real thing, but makes it easier to fall into a restless sleep until he’s home.

FIFTY-EIGHT

JAX

My heartbeat sounds like the loudest speakers as it thumps in my ears.

Jesus, my head hurts. I try to crack my eyes open, but the brightness sends lightning bolts straight into my brain. Squeezing them shut, I roll over and nestle against Sofia’s side.

I must have really gotten fucked up. Even my dick is soft as my belly rolls through waves of nausea.

It’s impossible to fight the groan as the room spins behind my eyes.

She shifts against me, turning onto her back.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m just not feeling right,” I murmur against her smooth shoulder.

“It’s okay. You wore yourself out last night,” she purrs.

Wait.

My eyes fly open. Squinting, I take in the blonde hair of the woman who served me a drink last night.

Shoving myself away from her, I fall out of the double bed in what looks like a hotel room.

“Who the fuck are you?” I scream.

She sits up, not even trying to hide her bare breasts as she throws her head back and laughs. “Oh, Jaxxie, you don’t remember all the fun we had? They call you ‘King’ for a reason.” Her palm reaches down and flattens the ruffled sheets. “Come back to bed, lover. I’m not done with you.”

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