Page 31 of Mine, Forever

While I waited for the crew, I took care of all the IDs of the deceased to make sure I could find a way to ensure their deaths could never be found and linked back to me or Ebony.

Carlo and his team didn’t take long to get to the restaurant. They looked it over with no judgments at all. That was why I loved working with Carlo. He cleaned up for a lot of the men in my line of work, and he never judged, not to mention he was the best damn cleaner I’d ever met.

“Dump or burn?”

Direct, straight to the point. He was exactly like York in that respect, always told you what he was thinking with no opinion.

“Chop and burn… no remnants.”

Carlo nodded and started the job with his crew. I had used him so many times that I knew he was to be trusted, especially with something like this. I made it back to my apartment on foot.

This new Ebony was exciting me. Ruthless and broken, just like I wanted her to be, but I couldn’t rejoice just yet. She still needed to prove herself to me, although she was already on a damn good track. None of my men had taken out their families for me.

York was waiting for me in the foyer when I arrived home.

“Take the rest of the day and night off.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, you’ve earned it.”

He nodded and left me alone with her. I got rid of my holster and headed inside to the spare bedroom.

No Ebony.

I headed to mine next and heard the shower in the ensuite going. A trail of clothes led inside. Little minx was stealing my shower.

Opening the door, I was assaulted with a puff of steam. I opened the shower door to see her back facing me. My eyes ran down her bare back and over her perfectly-formed ass without a flaw in sight. The water cascaded down her body causing me to feel my cock stiffen in my pants. Her skin was turning red from the hot water which made me even harder if that was even possible. Slowly, she turned around to display those gravity-defying tits, her nipples hard and jutting toward me. That tummy I’d coveted since I first felt it against my skin had me almost breaking down in front of her begging for her to let me take her.

“I guess I should congratulate you.”

“On?”

Jesus, my voice was deep and croaky. What the hell was this?High school?

“You won. I’m a broken bitch.”

“Not yet, but you can be.”

She scoffed, moving her face under the water. It felt like forever until she spoke again.

“I’m not yours to play with anymore, Jett.”

She closed the shower door right in front of me blocking my sight of her. Anger rose within me. I was never dismissed, especially not by a woman.

“Open the door.”

She didn’t.

“Open the goddamn door, Ebony.”

Still nothing.

I couldn’t control my anger anymore, my fist connected with the glass sending it shattering inward around her. I had pieces of it sticking out of my knuckles, blood dripping down my hand to the tiles under me. It mixed with the water making a pink color on my white tiles.

Ebony had shards of glass sticking out of her arms and legs, but she didn’t scream or pull them out. She stood there, expressionless, waiting for me to make my move.

“You don’t own me, Jett. I know you’re obsessed with me, but if you want to explore it more, you aren’t going to treat me like a plaything. I’ll be your partner, killing and maiming, but I’m not yours… not yet.”

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