Page 39 of Mine, Forever

“You know Jett doesn’t like to share things.”

“I told you, I’m not his.”

Ty smiled and pulled his shirt off followed by his jeans. Before long he was on me again, grasping at my butt like a lovesick teen. He pushed me back onto the bed, my legs splaying open with the movement.

“This won’t be pleasant,” he told me with a devilish look in his eye. “I don’t make love, I fuck. You won’t like what I’m about to do to you.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” I mumbled as he approached me. He moved in between my legs, his hands pushing aside my knees with force before he pulled at my panties. I knew he was going to rip my new lingerie, but I didn’t care. This pair was fine for him to ruin. It wasn’t the pair I’d gotten specifically for Jett—to seduce him. I noticed Ty had a bandage on his upper thigh, but I didn’t ask him about it mainly because I didn’t care. However, it did explain the swagger I noticed earlier.

I pushed him over so he was on his back, and I straddled him. His hands went directly to my hips pushing me down onto his hard cock which proudly jutted out toward me.

“Like to be in control, huh?” he asked.

I nodded, slowly bending down so he could smush his face into my cleavage. It was the best vantage point to get to the gun. As I slid it free of the holster I had strapped under the bed, I sat back. Ty frowned unsure about what I was doing. It was then I showed him the 9mm Glock. His eyes went wide as I clicked the safety off and cocked my head to the side. I could tell he was trying to figure out what to do. In this position, he wasn’t going to be able to easily get away, though. He’d have to push me off him at an odd angle which would hurt him more than me and run for the door which would definitely mean he’d get shot.

“Jett will avenge me, you psychotic bitch!”

“Do you really want to call the person holding a gun to your head a psychotic bitch?”

“Jett won’t stand for this. I’ve worked for him longer than he’s even known you!”

“Will he avenge you?” I chuckled. “When you’ve been spouting bullshit about him to the others? Did you think he wouldn’t hear about it?”

The penny dropped, and he realized this was a hit. He scrambled away from me, almost knocking me over with force and ran for the door. I noticed as he made his way to the locked door that his swagger was actually just a limp. Jiggling the knob a few times, he stopped and turned to face me. He had closed his eyes and slid down the door until he sat on the ground against the wall. I could see his bottom lip begin to tremble with unshed tears.

“Oh boy,” I said as I saw the tears begin to fall.

“Please, I’ll make it up to him. Tell him that.”

“I’m doing you a favor. He’ll do far worse to you than me once he finds out you had your hands all over me.”

“I knew it,” he muttered. “You played me, and I fell for it ‘cause I’m just a kid. You’re going to kill a kid, you know that? That’s going to fuck with you.”

“Please, you fell for it because you were thinking with your dick and not your head. This all started because you figured you were better than Jett. Let me tell you something, Ty. You’ll never be better than Jett because he’s Jett fucking Black and like you said, you’re just some dumb kid.”

Raising the gun up again, I took aim and shot him right through the stomach. I didn’t want him to die, not just yet.A girl could have fun, right?

He tried to move, but it only pushed the blood out of the wound faster. Red pools fell to the hardwood floors in puddles as he finally got the will to push up. He hunched over as he rose to his feet in pain, loudly groaning.

“Just fucking do it,” he breathed out heavily.

I was quite enjoying the show he was putting on trying to keep on his feet and didn’t want that to endtooquickly. I was enjoying his pain far too much to stop. No wonder Jett loved this. It was highly addictive to watch someone in pain you had caused.

He fell to his knees, writhing in agony. I could see the blood dripping from his hand onto the floor creating colorful patterns.

Ah man, that shit was going to stain.

“Get up.”

“Fuck you,” he spat, blood flying out.

“If you don’t get up, I’m going to track down your family and torture them.”

I saw the pure fear in his eyes. He knew I’d do it.

“You’re just fucking like him. You’re a fucking female Jett.”

Smiling at the compliment, I curtsied. “Thank you.”

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