Page 46 of Mine, Forever

He left me alone, closing the door after him and leaving me in my close-to- destroyed office. My cell rang not long after Chaz left. It was Joe Lamb.

“Why aren’t you in my fucking office?”

“Whoa,” he responded, his voice hushed. “What’s wrong?”

“I need someone out of jail.”

Lamb was quiet, a little too quiet for my current mood. Slamming my hand down on the desk, I felt as if I could reach through the phone line and rip Lamb’s throat out.

“Listen here, you little piece of shit. I got you into office. I got you that fancy damn house and car, that fancy fucking hot-ass wife, and now I need you to pay me back. I need to get someone… Out. Of. Fucking. Jail. How are you going to go about doing that?”

“Jett, it’s not that easy,” he said, his voice wavering. “I need more information. Who is it, and why are they there?”

“Get your ass in my office, or I’ll come down there and publicly reveal your ties to me.” I hung up, the threat of outing him enough to have him to come down to the dodgy part of the city. The thought of Drew torturing Ebony had me both hard and, oddly enough, angry at the same time. I liked to see her tortured, but I wanted to be the one to do it.

I was going to get my Queen back no matter what the cost.

EBONY

The cell I was in was disgusting. I could smell vomit and God only knew what else surrounding me. The cop hadn’t been past the cells again since throwing me in here. I had a feeling he knew exactly who I was and who I was to Jett, which made it worse when I thought back to the note I’d left for Jett in the apartment. It was a note that may just see me locked up for good if Jett took it seriously.

“Oh, Mr. Policeman,” I called out in the most childish voice I could muster. I pressed my face into the bars for effect. “Mr. Policeman?”

“Shut up!” I heard him call out from down the narrow hall. If I pushed my head to the side, I could see where the light was streaming in from outside.

“Why don’t you come here and say that to my face?”

I heard his boots storming down the hall, the steel caps sounding odd on the cement floor. A smile snaked its way onto my face knowing I was getting to him.

“I said… shut the fuck up.”

“Why? Aren’t I allowed a lawyer at the very least?”

The man smiled, almost sinister in the way it made his eyes turn a darker color. “Jett Black doesn’t have a lawyer on staff.”

My suspicions had been right. He knew of my association with Jett. It made me wonder why he wasn’t scared of Jett. No other police officer would dare to go against him by arresting me. So who the hell was this guy?

“I didn’t say anything about knowing Jett Black.”

“Right.”

There was silence until he finally relented.

“Who are you going to call? The family you killed?”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at his sarcasm. “What’s your beef with Jett Black anyway?”

“So… it’s true,” he said. “Jett’s found himself a new whore.”

“No… he’s found himself a damned partner.”

The cop smirked. “You think so? Notice how he hasn’t tried to get you out of here? You’re just another whore destined to die for what he told you to do for him.”

“I’m not like anyone Jett has known,” I viciously spat back.

“Yeah, right.” He began to walk away, dismissing me when I called him back.

“You think Jett asked me to kill my family? Shows you how little you know. I killed them without so much as a hint from him. I killed them because I enjoyed watching them cower and plead for their pathetic lives.”

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