Page 44 of Mine, Forever

She came toward me, a needle in between her fingers ready to be inserted into a part of my body. I knew what it was—a sedative. I fucking hated their sedatives, and they knew it too. Tensing, I had no choice but to let her inject me.

“Wheel her down to the room, Mr. Black is already here.”

I felt the gurney below me move, lights above were blinding as I passed one after the other. This was it, the time of the week I always dreaded the most. As they wheeled me into the treatment room, I saw him there, standing off to the side.

I looked away, not wanting to see him. He was sick, always wanting to see me electrified. Why did he do this to me? Why hadn’t he broken me out of this place yet? Why did I sometimes dream he was inside me, fucking me senseless and telling me I was his? My mind was crazy enough without having to think about him, at least I thought it was. I still didn’t remember why he put me in there. I only knew he’d stepped up my treatments the last few weeks.

Maria came over to me, fixing up the cords to my head and chest. She was humming a lullaby as she did it. She was just close enough to my face I could whisper to her, “I’ll get out of here one day, and when I do, you better fear what I’ll do to you and your family.”

Maria chuckled. “Come now, child. You’ll be a vegetable before you get out of here.”

My eyes flicked over to Jett before they put the oxygen mask on me. When the doctor came in, I was resigned to my fate.

My memories were about to go away for a few days.

I only prayed I remembered the reason I hated Jett so much in the morning.

???

I sat up, looking around me. I was in Jett’s room still half naked like he’d left me after our hall sex earlier. It didn’t look like he’d been back, and I didn’t know what to think about that.

Moving out of the bed and into the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of water. I hated these dreams of my past. They reminded me of the reason I needed to hate Jett for what he’d done to me, and yet I still yearned for him. I had to figure out what to do about this shit. Did I want to join his empire, or did I want to start over?

With Jett back at the office, they didn’t need me there. I wasn’t meant to be a kept woman. It would make me crazy if I did that. And yet, I wanted Jett so badly I was considering it.

With Jett, I forgot who I was and thought about becoming Jett’s woman.

I finished my water and pulled out a notepad from the kitchen drawer and wrote a quick note to Jett. Quickly moving around the apartment, I left before I changed my mind.

Fresh air would do me good. I could make my decisions outside away from Jett’s scent.

As I turned the corner on the street, three cop cars pulled up in front of me with numerous officers pulling their guns on me. I heard an announcer tell me to freeze. I stopped short of the street surprised by the situation.

“Ebony Torelli,” one of them called out to me. “You’re under arrest for murder.”

I spotted my mother coming out of one of the cars dressed all in black and sobbing into a handkerchief.

She’d done the one thing the family didn’t do—she ratted me out. I knew she took a huge risk doing that, especially since Jett was the one who had claimed me. No one ratted on Jett or his people.

I let them arrest me, shoving me against the hot front of the closest cop car as they put the cuffs on and pushed me into the back of the car hitting my head as they pushed me inside. I knew I wouldn’t be in custody for long—Jett wouldn’t let that happen. Even if he found my note, he wouldn’t let me go. Somehow I already knew my fate was decided the day I shot my family up in the restaurant.

I had Jett wrapped around my little finger, and that brought a smile to my face. The toughest man in the city was in love with me.

Jett Black was mine, just as I was his.

I was fucking untouchable.

Chapter Seven

JETT

There was no paperwork on my desk.

Literally, not one piece of paper I could work on would keep my mind off Ebony. Jesus, it had never been this up-to-date since I started. My desk had never been so fucking clean.

“Boss,” York burst through my door. I looked up, almost giving away how startled I was by his outburst but remained calm.

“What is it?”

---