Page 11 of Mine, Forever

“So what’s to stop you from killing me then?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

Yeah—that was entirely reassuring.

I didn’t have a chance to respond when he grabbed me by the elbow and pushed me toward the car. I didn’t fight him. If there were people after me, I was probably safer with the one man they all seemed to be scared of than alone.

My bag was in the back seat between us. I turned to him. “How did you get into my apartment?”

He didn’t answer nor turn to me. Instead, he stuck to looking at his cell and texting. The driver was silent too, never looking back at us. The reality of the situation was about to hit me, and although I was happy not to be in the trunk again, I needed to be on my toes.

Jett was a killer.

Someone who killed without thinking twice about it.

The second I could get away, I needed to take it.

He was not a white knight, he could not be trusted with my life, even though it seemed like it at the moment.

JETT

“Boss?” one of my men came into the room. Ever since I had kidnapped Ebony the first time, York had convinced me to allow at least two men to know of my location at all times. His name was Rick, and I liked him because he was ruthless, just like I’d been at his age. The only thing that worried me was I knew he had no one he cared for, no one I could threaten if he ever got out of line. It made him a dangerous man.

“Rick…”

“You sure you don’t want us around?”

I looked out at the porch where Ebony sat drawing something on her sketchpad. She hadn’t tried to escape which impressed me. Her nerves had left when she saw I wasn’t going to hurt her.But why wouldn’t I hurt her?Why did I care when her family was trying to kill her? I knew she couldn’t be used as leverage in the war with Giordy, but I couldn’t let her leave. I just couldn’t.

“I am sure. Head back to the office. Come back only if you must. I won’t be long.”

He nodded taking York back to the city with him. I had to try to figure out why I didn’t want to kill her. Why I chose to protect her. Never had I wanted someone else around. I was a dangerous man, everyone knew that and kept their distance which suited me just fine.

Why then were those black eyes so enthralling to me?

I walked outside taking a seat on the porch rail opposite her. She didn’t look up at me or even acknowledge my presence.

“What are you drawing?”

She didn’t break from her drawing, nor did she look up. I waited rather impatiently for her to answer.

“Why am I here?”

“Do you always answer a question with a question?” I countered.

“Do you always avoid answering them?”

I let her infuriating questions go wondering why in the hell I left my gun inside. Putting a bullet between her eyes right now would make me feel a hell of a lot better.

“What does Giordy want?”

She sighed, finally looking up at me. She held up the sketchbook where I could see she’d drawn the words ‘Fuck You’in cursive surrounded by flowers and skulls. I remembered her tattoo on her foot and wondered what her obsession with skulls was.

“Charming.”

We were silent while I debated the effort it would take to go inside and finish her off once and for all—get my life back to the way it was. I watched her as she continued to draw. Oddly, she was calm even though her situation wasn’t a relaxing one.

“Why do you kill?”

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