Page 50 of Mine, Forever

“You’re in my house demanding Joe to do you a favor. Tell me what it is!”

I pulled the gun back up and pushed it against her temple.

“You won’t kill me.”

I got real close to her face, so close I could smell her expensive perfume. “Not yet… we still need you to convince Joe.”

I pushed her back onto the sofa, the action forcing her robe open over her legs to reveal bright blue lace underwear. York had gotten dressed while I kept wifey at gunpoint. Her eyes held a certain animalistic glow when she looked over at him. It made me watch her for a little while to see what kind of person she was, what she was willing to do. I could see her hair was regularly done, the blonde roots completely bleached, her nails were fake with those white tips most of the sluts in the clubs wore, and her body was tiny. I couldn’t see an inch of fat on her. I guess some guys liked that.

What would a trophy like this be doing on the arm of loser Joe? Surely, their marriage was a political union and not for love. I highly doubted this woman could love. She just didn’t seem the type to be happy at home while her husband brought in the cash.

“Usually women would cry and beg for their lives in a situation like this.”

She turned her gaze to me. “Would it help me?”

“Probably not, but you have no idea if it would or not.”

“What’s the point? You’re here to terrorize Joe and me, so do what you will.”

Her feistiness reminded me of Ebony which only made my hatred for Drew grow. I could only imagine the conditions she was being held in right now, and it did nothing for my nerves.

“How did you come to be with a coward like Joe Lamb?”

Taking my mind off Ebony was the only way I knew I wouldn’t shoot Joe the second he walked through that door. How could he go to a fucking gala while my Ebony was locked away in a cell?

“He once had great ambition,” she said, softly. “I liked it, wanted to help him. Women have to work twice as hard to get anywhere in politics, and I wasn’t prepared to go in at the bottom. A senator’s wife has more value than a politician.”

“If you don’t start from the bottom and work your way up, you’ll learn nothing you need to better yourself in business. Everyone has to start at the bottom at some point.”

I spoke from experience. I had worked my way up in Luca’s organization before jumping ship and starting my empire. I wouldn’t be the person I am today unless I did the hard work myself.

“I’m too pretty to be on the bottom.”

Fucking entitled bitch.If I didn’t have everything riding on getting Ebony back, I’d shoot the bitch now. She was useless to this city as was her husband.

“How many have you fucked to advance his career?” I suddenly asked.

She looked away telling me it was more than I could imagine. Perhaps I should have put my faith and money into putting her in the top position. She would have made the connections I needed now. I was sure of it.

The door opened, and Joe appeared in the living room horrified at me sitting there with his wife. York moved behind her placing a knife under her chin. She was scared—finally, a reaction I craved—judging by the way her breathing pattern had changed.

Joe dropped his keys down on a table and stepped forward. “Jett…”

“I told you, I wanted Ebony out of jail.”

“I can’t do it, Jett. Drew Cole can’t be bought.”

That much I knew myself.

“Let me put it this way. If I don’t get Ebony, you don’t get—” I turned to his wife. “What’s your name?”

“Erin.”

“Jett, I’ve tried. Please, let my wife go.”

I looked back over to the coward. “I’m going to give you to the count of five to get on the phone.”

Joe fell to his knees, his cell in his hand. “Jett—”

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