Page 49 of Mine, Forever

“I don’t fucking know.”

York went back to punching the bag, slowly he stopped and turned to me. I could see his mind burning with an answer. “Joe may be the only answer here.”

“He doesn’t have the connections. I already exhausted that one.”

“He does, but he doesn’t have the right motivation to use them.”

I looked back at York loving what he was thinking. For someone who claimed to have a soul, he sure as hell came up with the best ideas for a soulless bastard like myself.

“What do you suggest?”

“He’s obsessed with that wife of his, isn’t he?” York smiled at me.

“Yes, he is.”

Laughing, I walked out of the gym to put York’s plan into action. Sometimes I was impressed with the way that man thought.

Ebony would be mine again soon enough.

???

Eleven p.m. – Six Hours Later

I knocked on the door at precisely eleven p.m. as instructed by York. Usually, I’d tell him to get fucked, but I needed Ebony back. It had almost been a full day since was arrested. The way I’d left things didn’t sit well in the pit of my stomach either. Fuck me—she’d already domesticated me into a relationship without my permission. Somehow she’d bewitched me in a way I wasn’t prepared to handle.

I waited for the door to open to Joe’s house. He wasn’t home yet, but Mrs. Lamb had been more than accommodating to York while Joe was at some form of a gala for his job.

The door finally opened, and she looked at me with a wary eye before asking me if I could be helped. Not likely, lady, I wanted to say. Instead, I put on my charming smile and told her I was friends with Joe and needed to see him.

“He’s not home, perhaps you can come around tomorrow at a more suitable hour.”

I looked at her robe, tied tight around her tiny waist, her cleavage showing at the top. She noticed my eyes and pulled it closed obstructing my view.

“Allow me inside, or I’ll force my way in,” I menacingly told her.

“I’m going to call the cops,” she said, moving back. I pulled out my pistol and aimed it at her face.

“Go on. I dare you. They won’t do anything before I can get to you.”

I pushed my way inside closing the door behind me.

Her eyes had widened in fear as she stumbled backward trying to keep her robe closed. “Who-who are you?”

“Jett… but you can call me Mr. Black.”

I began to steer her toward the living room. She took a seat down on the sofa, keeping on the edge of it, her hands were trembling.

“My husband will be home soon.”

“Will he?” I asked. “Does he know about your extra-marital activities?”

Her eyes moved to behind me. I wasn’t surprised when a shirtless York came to sit down on a chair opposite her. Realization dawned on her features. “You tricked me. My husband will kill you for taking advantage of me.”

“Joe Lamb kill me?” I laughed, relaxing the gun a little. “Highly doubtful. But let’s say he found a way to work a gun and aim it at the place, do you think he’d be able to kill the man who got him where he is now? Nevertheless, all I need is for him to do me one tiny little favor.”

“What?”

“That’s private.”

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