Page 7 of Jared's Redemption

“He’s scarier in person.” She says. Of course, she would know who one of the infamous Barone brothers is with how often they are in the media. I bite back a smirk as I stand, pulling her up with me. Luna fidgets nervously as my knuckles scrape against her skin when I tug her pants back into place. Snapping my arm around her waist, I pin our chests together.

“If you try to run again, I won’t be so nice next time.” I warn. Luna rolls her eyes and gives me the finger.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, big dick.” She winks.

I’m so screwed.

Chapter 5- Luna

Jared pulls me through the basement door behind him. His grip on my wrist is iron tight and there’s no chance I can slip free right now. I’m still reeling from what happened before we were interrupted. My focus should be on escaping and not on his thick fingers pressed against my soaked panties. I clench my thighs together, shifting uncomfortably in the kitchen as I stand behind Jared.

“Holy shit, what happened?” Isabelle asks, rushing out of the room and returning a moment later with a hefty first aid kit in her hands.

“Oh yeah, Jared has a blood play kink.” Markus says, leaning against the bar top with a mischievous smirk. Isabelle stops, making a face at Markus and us.

“I’m not here to judge, but this is just messy blood play.” She says, making me giggle. Jared just rolls his eyes, snatching the first aid kit from her and dragging me to a little breakfast nook. Before I can say a word, he grabs my waist and sits me down as if I weigh nothing.

“You don’t have to manhandle me, you could have just asked.” I mutter, watching him meticulously pull alcohol pads and gauze from the bag.

“When you can behave, I’ll treat you with respect. Bad girls don’t get respect.” He admonishes me and my cheeks heat from his words as Isabelle chokes on a laugh.

“She smashed one of your black bowls.” Jared says, not taking his eyes off my face as he dabs at the now stinging scrape on my palm. I hiss a breath between my teeth and he pulls my hand towards his face, blowing on it to ease my pain.

“Uh oh,” Markus says, looking at Isabelle with wide eyes. I lean around Jared to see her face a shade of red as she pins me with a look that could kill.

“My new bowls? Are you fucking with me?” She snaps. Jared grins, his head still bent as he presses a bandage into my hand and wraps it securely.

“Smashed it right over my head.” The touch of pride in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed and Isabelle blows out her breath, waving her hands in the air as she storms out of the room.

“Good job, Goliath. Breaking my shit with your head.” She calls over her shoulder.

“Didn’t she smash a whole lamp over some guy’s head?” I ask with my brow raised. Markus nods with a deep laugh, watching Isabelle as she leaves.

“That’s my girl.” He beams with pride. Jared packs everything up, but I stop him by grabbing his hands. I stand and our chests press against each other, giving me confidence when he doesn’t move back.

“Your head. Let me clean that up.” I offer sweetly. If I can get him to trust me and relax a little, then I have a better chance of getting the hell out of here before my father starts looking for me. Jared hesitates for a long time but pulls his hands out of mine and walks away.

“Watch her.” he says to Markus, brushing past him and heading in the opposite way from Isabelle. Markus nods, dropping his smile to lock a gaze devoid of kindness on me while pulling his gun out and crossing his arms. I drop back into my seat with hands raised, playing the good little captive. I like the idea of Jared chasing me and pinning me to the ground, but Markus would just shoot me. The minutes drag by, making my leg bounce faster as panic dances through my veins.

“We’ve created a monster.” A deep voice says when Isabelle returns with a smirk. Behind her is a tall, muscular man who has black hair and green eyes, similar to Markus. Alec Barone, I recognize him from the photos of their wedding I had found online. The Barone brothers marrying the same woman created a big scene for a while. I don’t know if it was even legal, but they looked happy.

“When will the new dishes be here?” Markus asks, tucking his gun away and wrapping his arms around his wife affectionately.

“Tomorrow.” Alec huffs.

“If you break any more of my dishes, by hitting any of my men who don’t deserve it, I’ll kill you myself.” Isabelle tells me, her tone light, but I don’t miss the promise behind the threat. She means every word, and my first thought of her being a sweet and innocent woman might be a little off. Alec looks at me for a moment, frowning as he turns to Markus.

“Why does she look familiar?” He asks. My blood runs cold while the three of them study my face with intensity.

“You do look like somebody I know, but I can’t put my thumb on it.” Isabelle frowns. Her brows pinch and I can tell she’s going to figure it out eventually. At that moment, Jared walks back in, wearing a new gray T-shirt and having washed the blood from his head. His gaze locks with mine and heat races through my body and lands between my thighs. I tense under his stare, every step filling the silence as he walks right up to me and reaches for my hand.

“They’re gonna fuck.” Markus whispers loudly. A soft smack makes me drag my eyes away from Jared to see Isabelle’s hand on Markus’ shoulder as she bites her lip with a giggle. Alec’s lip curls up in disgust as he shakes his head, but Jared doesn’t acknowledge them. He leans down, pinching my chin between his fingers and tilting my head back to force me to look into his dark brown eyes. My breath catches in my throat when I see the look of concern on his face.

“What’s wrong? Why does she look fucking terrified?” He asks, his jaw clenched as his eyes devour every inch of me. I’m frozen, unable to answer, while his eyes burn through me. Isabelle hums, drawing my attention to where she frowns down at a small device in her hands that I realize is a baby monitor.

“Jared, get rid of her. Amelia is awake.” She says before sitting the device down, walking away with a tight smile and a look of suspicion in her eyes. Fear flashes through my body as Jared steps back, crosses his arms and frowns at me, considering what his options are.

“You could let me go.” I suggest, hopefulness bleeding into my tone. Markus snorts a laugh while Alec follows Isabelle with a roll of his eyes.

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