Page 35 of Mine, Forever

York snorted. “Does he seem the type to care for it?”

“No.”

“Head to Zeta’s. That’s the best club to interact. James runs it. He’ll help you out.”

“Does he know who I am?”

“Yes. They all do. Boss has been a little distracted since meeting you, but James is understanding. One of the least vicious of them all. He also knows the most about all of the men.”

“Okay. How do I get there?”

“Can you drive?”

“Yes.”

“Take the Lincoln.”

He handed me the keys. My eyes must have bulged out of their sockets because he laughed. “It’s okay, just take it. If you crash it, Boss won’t care. He has a lot of other cars.”

I didn’t want to give him time to change his mind, so I took off, keys in hand, and out of the building. The Lincoln sat in front of me, all shiny and new. There was a hesitation in me, but I knew Jett would frown upon that so I jumped in and took off down the street. My stomach was fluttering as I continued my trip heading toward Zeta’s. This club I’d been to before in my crazy carjacking days with the boys. It was known for its clientele being hardened criminals. All of Jett’s clubs were renowned for its client base which was why I’d never gone to them before. There had been a time, not too long ago, when I’d wanted a quiet life away from the criminal activity in this city.

I pulled up outside parking in the spot closest to the door and headed inside. James was standing by the bar looking over the books. I recognized him from the table, one of the ones I hadn’t even considered to be the one Jett wanted gone.

“Ebony?”

He’d seen me coming toward him. I had to force to swallow down the lump that had formed in my throat.

“Jett wants me to get to know the business. York said you’d be the best one to show me.”

“Sure.”

He closed the book and led me to a sitting area on the top level of the club which overlooked the bottom level and the DJ stage.

“What did you want to know?”

“What you do here.”

“I run the joint,” he said. “Have done since I was twenty-four.”

“And?”

“Are you asking if I kill?” he smirked, which irritated me.

“Are you a killer?”

“No,” he quickly said. “I’ve never taken a life.”

“But he trusts you?”

I was honestly confused. Jett, as I had seen first-hand, didn’t easily trust, but he trusted killers more than non-criminal types. Why did he trust James if he wasn’t prepared to kill for him?

“Why did you kill your family?” he countered, leaning forward.

Was he looking at my eyes to see if they gave anything away?

“They weren’t good people, and they were impeding Jett’s business.”

“Did you do it so he would love you? Because you know he doesn’t love anything . He’s a sociopath.”

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