Page 15 of Mine, Forever

So Giordy stepped up and made a deal with one of the few people I didn’t control in the city. He was getting desperate, which means he would make a mistake sooner or later.

Whichever way it turned around, I needed to be ready.

Duncan was right, I only had one choice with Ebony—I needed to get her away from me.

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It only took an hour for York to return from dropping Duncan off at the warehouse, my plans all set up for Ebony. I told him everything, and yet again, he listened without judgment. Ebony hadn’t come out of the room at all, so it had given me a lot of time to think about what I needed to do without being distracted by her damn beauty.

I knocked on her door. “Ebony, come out.”

Silence.

“I’ve booked you on a flight. It’s leaving soon.”

Movement came from behind the door, and she finally opened it looking a little disheveled.

“Really?”

She’d been crying judging by the red, puffy eyes. I moved away from the door and allowed her to come out. York grabbed her bag and took it to the car, leaving her to me.

“Where am I going?”

“Surprise. If you don’t hurry, though, you’ll miss it.”

York returned inside, and I grabbed my blade I’d laid out earlier. He grabbed her from behind dodging her nudges to get free. She looked to the blade and up at me with fear. I tried not to relish in it too much, but I had to admit her fear was turning me on.

“Don’t do this, Jett,” she begged me. Tears were falling down those puffy cheeks again as she struggled against York. Something strange happened when she said my name, something I didn’t expect. I pushed it aside, not sure I had the energy to deal with whatever my head was going through.

“It’s a necessary task I must take. If you don’t stop struggling, it will only make this worse.”

I moved the blade across her arms cutting her deep enough so that it would be taken seriously but not enough to kill her. It would have been easier if I just killed her, but for some reason, I didn’t want to kill her. That was something I didn’t want to think about too much. Instead, I would play games with her until she broke.

I do love a broken woman.

“Come on.”

York bandaged her arm tightly and took her to the car. She laid on my lap, curled up in the fetal position, weeping as we drove. There was something intensely erotic about this, but I tried to focus on what I had to do. Ultimately, I was turning her into my broken mess, and I couldn’t wait to see the end result.

Chapter Four

EBONY

The car stopped. I could feel my body being moved, but I didn’t have the energy to stop it. My arm burned with pain from the fresh cuts, and I felt drowsy, probably from the blood loss. Yet, I could support myself on my own two feet without falling. I looked over at the building standing before us and saw a big gold plaque on the stone wall which caused dread to fill me.

He couldn’t do this, could he?

“No, please, Jett… why are you doing this?” I managed to say without slurring.

“York.”

He wasn’t even listening to me, just smiling as I begged him to take me away from this place. This wasn’t going to happen. No place would take me without my consent, right?

“I’m not crazy,” I told him. “They can’t keep me here without my consent.”

He pointed to my arms, the bloody bandage visible. “Looks to me like you need the help, Eb.”

No one called me Eb except for my family. When did he get so comfortable around me that he could call me Eb? Hatred seethed through me for the man I thought had been protecting me.

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