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In theory, the sleeping pill I’d given her should keep her knocked out for at least six hours. Then again Ebony always surprised me, so we needed to work hard and fast.

“Burn or dismember?” York asked, straightening.

“Dismember, then burn.”

York nodded. “I’ll set up the garage.”

He left, knowing this was going to have to be done by us and not Carlo. Nic was well respected in this city. Even my reputation wouldn’t be enough to keep the wolves at bay if they found out what had happened here last night. Bending down, I picked up Nic’s body and tossed her over my shoulder. She was fucking heavy for someone so tiny. Rigor had set in making it hard to move her, but eventually I got her down into the garage without causing too much damage to my doorframes.

Perhaps the three rounds with Ebony next to the body wasn’t best, but fuck it had been the best sex I’d had in well—ever. York was waiting by a tarp he had spread out on the ground. I noticed the vat of acid was already gone. Damn it. York knew what I needed before I knew I needed it myself. The chainsaw lay next to him ready for Nic’s body. It was a shame to dismember such a specimen, but hey, she would have done the same to my body if it had been reversed. I dropped her on the tarp with a loud thud.

York made quick work of disposing limb after limb tossing each to me after he’d separated it. I put them into a bag. The best place to burn them would be at the cabin.

He picked up his coffee and went back to drinking it as if nothing had just occurred once all the body parts were in the bag. The entire garage was bloodied and messy. It would take weeks to clean this place up, but I felt relieved for the first time in a very long time. I was finally the boss of my empire with nothing in the way of reaching further.

“Get cleaned up, Boss. I’ll meet you at the cabin in an hour.”

I nodded heading upstairs for a shower. We’d need to head out before Ebony woke up, or else we’d have her wanting to roast marshmallows over the burning body parts and for some reason, I pictured her enjoying that.

Maybe I should allow her to come with usI mused as I turned on the taps to the shower.

Chapter Nine

EBONY

Three Months Later

I looked over to Jett standing by the bar with one of his men animatedly speaking. This was boring. Every night we came to a different one of Jett’s clubs where he would go off to discuss business and leave me sitting pretty in a bordered-off booth to ‘observe.’ I was sick of it. How was I meant to learn the business if he kept me tucked away like a porcelain doll?

Instead, I was left to watch the stupid bimbos on the hunt for their number one for the night. It was funny to watch because before I met Jett, I never cared much for my appearance or how I looked to someone of the other sex. Now, it was an entirely different story. I wanted to look my best for Jett. I wanted to drive him crazy with lust every time he laid eyes on me.

York sat down opposite me slouching back into the chair. “What are you thinking, princess?”

“I can’t help but feel as if Jett is using me for his arm candy.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Do I?”

York sat forward, leaning closer to me. “Eb… learn. If you want to be beside Jett, you need to find out how he became Jett Black. It wasn’t easy for him. He had to work damn hard and make deals he didn’t want to in order to be this person. It’s not all guns and money. There’s a dull side to this business which you need to know before you can reap the glory.”

“He doesn’t teach me the dull side, just makes me sit and wait for him like a whore.”

“Since when has Jett ever handed you anything?”

I waited for York to explain himself, but I realized what he was saying. Jett wouldn’t want me to be a whiney bitch, but he’d want me to force my way into his business. I had to show him I was ready.

“Go over there and show him you’re ready, Eb.”

Too late, Jett was coming back over to us. He took a seat next to me possessively placing his hand on my thigh which I loved. I loved his hand on my bare skin especially when we were out like this.

“Who was that?” I demanded to know.

“A patron.”

He turned to me, his eyes softening. “I have to go to Rome next week to take care of the business over there.”

“Okay, for how long?”

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