Page 38 of Mine, Forever

Once the door closed, I felt his hands on my ass, squeezing. He pulled me toward him, one arm circling my waist, holding me close, while the other explored under my top. I could feel his rough skin on my smooth flesh, and I wanted to hurl him from the building and set him on fire for daring to touch me like this.

Then again, I’d had worse done to me. I calmed myself down, after all, it was just a body. We all had them. They served a purpose, but he would never touch my soul—not like Jett had. Jett had completely ruined me for anyone else, and I hadn’t even completely claimed his body yet.

Ty’s tongue was on my neck sucking and probably making a mark. That’ll be fun to explain to Jett. His hands traveled up to my breasts, and I pulled away to seductively smile over at him.

“You are so fucking hot,” he groaned as he connected with my body again. He pushed his hard cock against my leg to show me just how hot he thought I was, and I had to fight the urge to throw up. I felt nothing but repulsion for him. He was a knock-off Jett and one with absolutely no class. Honestly, I don’t know why I cared for Jett so much. Yes, he woke me up from the misery of my life and made me into what I was always meant to be, but he locked me up in a fucking asylum for a year. What kind of fucked-up relationship did I hope to achieve with him?

I knew if Jett saw what Ty was doing to me right now he would crucify him, and that turned me on. Part of me wanted to call and tell him what was happening to see what he would do but the bigger part wanted to complete the assigned task so he knew I could do it.

There would be others to play with in order to make him mad.

“We can’t do this here,” I said. “Come by the apartment tonight.”

“If you try to trick me—”

I cupped his balls loving the sound of his strangled groan. “You want me or not? Jett’s not in town.”

I didn’t wait for an answer before I walked out of the room. Chaz kept eyes on me, but I didn’t look back as I left the club. This new-found power I had was the best thing I’d ever possessed, and it was because of Jett. For some reason, I couldn’t reconcile my feelings for him—one minute I hated him, and the next I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

I was left wondering how Jett had become who he is—how he had gotten all this power and why he was known as the most dangerous man in the city. He was feared by so many, and yet he had so many working for him—and wanting to—even after he murdered nearly everyone in his crew on a regular basis.

There was one thing I needed to know about him, needed with such an intensity it scared me.

How had he become so broken?

???

“Are you crazy?” York was pacing the room as I sat on the sofa after telling him my plan for Ty.

“Careful,” I said. “You do remember where I was for a year.”

York sighed, his hands going to his hips in a sign of frustration. “Jett is not going to be happy about this.”

“Well, Jett isn’t here. Plus, he gave me this test to complete without him. I’m simply following his orders.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure that’s all this is.”

Well, hell, of course, I was going to have fun getting rid of the little shit. But this plan—it was kinda out of control. Even I could see the flaws, and I hadn’t even begun plotting every part of it. York was killing my buzz, though.

“Just go, I have a lot to think about before he gets here.”

“Call me if you need me. Which by the sounds of it, you will.”

York left, obviously because he didn’t want any part of the plan if he could help it. I didn’t blame him. Jett would find out, but this was the only way I could have gotten Ty over here. I’d already set up my Plan A and Plan B just to cover my ass.

Ty was going to die tonight, one way or another.

Getting dressed in the hot little number I’d picked up from Victoria’s Secret, I made sure the spare bedroom was set up. I was giddy, really giddy, like a schoolgirl on prom night. Not that I had had the opportunity to go to mine, I'd already been in juvie then.

A gun was conveniently placed in the bedside drawer and another under the bed within easy reach if I were on top. Knives were hidden all over the room for access in case anything went awry.

Ty arrived five minutes past eight. I hated to be kept waiting, even if it was only five minutes past the agreed time. I answered the door in my new lingerie.

“Jesus,” he swore. “I’m so glad I skipped on work for this.”

Oh me too,I thought, smiling at him. He came inside, and I closed the door firmly behind him. Taking his hand, I led him down the hall to the spare room. He started to undress the second I closed the door.

Surely it couldn’t be this easy, could it?How were men so easily fooled?

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