Page 49 of His To Claim

“Drake’s not coming. Look, Drake texted me asking me to check on you. He said that he was supposed to meet you here, but you texted saying you were feeling sick. I went to your room to check on you, but you weren’t there. So, unsure of where you were, I texted him back saying you were just going to sleep it off and I snuck out to come look for you.”

“Fuck. He did it again.”

“What do you mean?” she asks curiously.

“Look, I wasn’t the one who texted Drake that. I think it was Ace.”

“What?” she exclaims clearly surprised.

“He did it before. About a month ago when we first got here, I got a text from Drake asking me to meet him outside of the girls’ house in the middle of the night. When I went out to meet him it wasn’t Drake, it was Ace. He somehow got access to Drake’s phone or mine and pretended to be him. Ace was waiting for me and that’s when he…”

“When he kissed you. But how?” she asks.

“It wasn’t the school who got us phones, Jade, it was…”

“Ace,” she whispers softly, and I nod. “Then why?”

“I don’t…” I’m interrupted as the doors open and the Four Horsemen walk in looking like walking sex. These guys are fucking gorgeous, ripped, and sexy AF all in their own way. It’s a shame they’re rotten to the core on the inside.

“You guys won’t get away with this!” Jade shouts out but is interrupted by a deep, crass voice I hadn’t expected to hear tonight, making me cringe.

“Oh, but I think they just have, sweetheart.” The guys separate, Ace and Bass moving to the right while Alek and Beck move to the left, leaving room for a fifth man, who I had dreaded seeing again, to walk through. I’m frozen in place, my gaze stuck on him as he walks toward us.

Agent Wesley Fucking Servite.

My face pales, all the blood rushing down my body leaving a burning sensation in its wake. I hear Jade gasp from beside me as I look over, her eyes are wide, fear written all over them. She turns to face me and fuck she looks terrified.

“Nephew, there are two. I thought I had only asked for one tonight.”

“Well, the other one showed up unannounced and to the rescue,” Ace answers, his face suddenly cold and stoic.

Agent Servite walks over to us slowly, dressed in an all-black shiny suit, his blond hair perfectly combed in place, a slight stubble on his ruggedly handsome facade. His aquamarine eyes gaze into mine as a smug grin appears over his face. He knows he terrifies me, and he enjoys it so very much. His eyes run over my body and the fucker has the nerve to lick his lips slowly.

It makes me cringe being held under his stare this way. Sure, he’s only in his early thirties and is a damn good-looking son of a bitch, but the way he looks at me, the way he spoke of my mother, disgusts me. Bass grabs another chair from the dining area placing it in front of us as Agent Servite sits in it. He leans back crossing his arms silently staring.

“Alek and Beck, you boys can leave now,” he orders, and without question the two less valuable Horsemen retreat. “Bass lock the door behind them and stand guard. Nephew, grab a seat and come join us.”

Ace pulls another chair around sitting beside his uncle. The four of them move instantly at his command, like nothing I’ve ever seen them do. They’re usually the ones barking out orders but this man sitting with his arms crossed in front of me, a smug grin on his face, looks like he’s the real man in charge.

“What the fuck do you want with us?” Jade eagerly wiggles in her chair trying to untie herself.

“Such an eager little girl, Miss Wolfe,” he answers slowly, and Jade’s lips tighten as her body stiffens under his gaze.

“Leave her out of this,” I shout, causing him to turn to me questioningly, while the realization comes over him.

“She doesn’t know, does she? You didn’t confide in your own sister, Miss Steele?”

“What’s he talking about, Scar?” she asks, turning to me, the look of betrayal clouding her eyes.

“You know I didn’t, or we’d be having a much different conversation right now.”

“I see.” He turns his attention toward Jade, who scowls deeply at him, and man if looks could kill, he’d be a dead ass son of a bitch. Unfortunately, they can’t. “What is it you remember about me, Miss Wolfe?”

“You’re the asshole detective who came that day, when Chaz and Lilith took off, asking us questions about your runaway Bonnie and Clyde,” she laughs, slightly raising a brow at him. “You never got me my money back by the way,” she adds.

“What else?”

“You scared my brother into hiding because I haven’t heard from him since.”

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