Page 3 of Bedlam

“I’m not leaving, so you can go fuck yourself,” he states and I smirk.

Waiting for what feels like hours, my phone pings with a message from Slim.

Fuck, Jade.

Slim: We need to talk.

FUCK.

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Flashing Life & Death

Jade

At this point, I’m not sure if I’m dead or alive. Black and white dots litter my vision as the screams of my Babyboy and the pleading sounds of my Rio hit my ears. But where is Mo Gra?

A whooshing sound floods my hearing as my body is lifted onto something soft, then my mind takes me to the place where it all began. Fight Night, all those months ago, but it’s not quite the same. I see my guys, but we never talk past Dario giving me the secret code.

The rumble of a bike takes me away from his bi-colored eyes, and I point to the entrance so they could head in. I roll my eyes at the sight of D’mitri pulling in alongside my car. Putting my hands on my hips, he turns the bike off and removes his helmet.

“Hey Cherry. You’re looking fucking sexy tonight,” he smirks, and a smile crosses my face as I walk over and wrap my arms around his neck, looking up into his black soulless eyes.

“I’ve missed you, baby,” I admit, and he picks me up by the backs of my thighs, placing me on the hood of my car.

“Oh yeah? How much?” He asks licking his lips, but before I can answer, he kisses me, licking my lip gloss right from my lips. “Do you always have to taste so good, baby? My cock is already hard for you.” He growls, but then I hear muffled voices and the scene in front of me changes. My vision flashes to all white, then black.What the fuck is going on?

“She’s been in the water too long.”

“Her body temperature won’t rise.”

“Just call it! She’s already dead.”

“Is there even any brain function?”

“What does it matter? She tried to kill herself. Might as well just let her rot!”

Huh? Water? What the fuck is going on? Where am I? I want to scream, but I can’t. I’m locked in the abyss with no way out. Footsteps sound like they’re coming and going.Someone help me!Please, wake me the fuck up. A warm hand is on my arm as a finger moves my hair away from my ears. Hot breath hits my cold skin.

“Your little boyfriends are the reason you are here, Cherry. Jameson is to blame for your rape, Dario is the reason for the Pakhan coming for you, and poor little Spade will drown at the hands of Jameson again!” He laughs wickedly as a pinch is felt in my neck. Shit! I know that voice. What the fuck? No way. He’s been working with Dalton this whole fucking time? Shit.

The room spins as the drug takes over as I keep hearing the same whispers playing on repeat in my mind, “Dalton sends his regards.” As the darkness takes over, it sends me spinning into another scene I don’t remember ever being in.

“Friday night, I’m taking you out on the town,” D’mitri says, licking the shell of my ear as we stand at the bottom of the stepsat the Academy. I’ve been here for a week and this is the first chance I’ve gotten to spend time with him since I arrived.

“You, the club's Enforcer, is going to take me for a night out on the town? Are you sick? Did Hell freeze over? You’ve never taken me anywhere other than your fucking bed,” I huff, folding my arms over my chest.

“Well, you deserve more than just laying on your back for me. So, I want to take you somewhere nice. You think you can put a dress on for one evening, my little Old Lady?” He asks, grinning at me, and I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, I think I can manage that, D.” I laugh, kissing him on the cheek. Then the scene changes again and the flashing starts, only it’s faster and more blinding. It fucking hurts my brain but I don’t know how to stop it. Then I hear whispers.

“Flynn, it’s time. No! Now! Get the jet ready. Call in whoever you need to call and get them here now. I can only protect her from them for so long. Yes. Yes. Jameson is in surgery. Dario and Spade are waiting for answers. Okay. I have to give him something.”

That voice is Slim’s, my childhood best friend, but who the fuck is Jameson, Spade, and Dario? What the fuck is he doing here? Where is D’mitri? What the hell is going on? The flashes start again, except it's so intense, everything goes black. I hear, feel, and see nothing but absolute darkness; nothing. No, no, no... Am I dead? Is this what death feels like? Nothingness. Empty. Alone?

Am I truly fucking dead?

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