Page 63 of Mine, Forever

“Why come out to party then?”

“Just fucking kill me already.”

I laughed, running the side of the blade down his face. He tried to flinch away from it, but his binds and the pain he was in stopped him from moving very far.

“I don’t want to kill you.”

He turned to me, confused, just as I slammed the blade down into his thigh. The creep let out a strangled scream, his eyes looking down at the knife in his leg.

“Bitch.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to hurt you.”

I turned to York. “Wife?”

He shook his head. “Nah, he’s divorced now. The ex doesn’t care for him, nor does he care about her, but he does have two kids.”

“No,” the creep gurgled. “You can’t. They’re just young girls.”

“Ah… daughters,” I said. “They can be pricey, hey?”

“Please… I’ll do anything. Just leave them be.”

“Such as pay your debt?” I asked him, leaning over so he was forced to look me in the eyes.

“Yes,” he heavily breathed. “Fuck. Yes. Okay, I’ll pay it. I just need some time.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” I said, slapping his face a few times before grabbing my blade and walking out of the room. York knew what to do with him now.

My hands were bloody. I had more business to tend to, and this just wouldn’t do. I didn’t want to scare everyone away from me from the get-go. I moved into the office, the club’s music causing the walls to thump around me. As I washed away the blood, the door opened. Turning, I almost gasped when I saw my mother standing in the doorway. She looked at my hands and then back up at my face.

“You’ve become just like your father.”

I turned the tap off and dried my hands on a towel feeling slightly proud she thought that. “What do you want?”

“I need help.”

I could have laughed if I weren’t so shocked. Was she really asking me to help her after all she had done to me growing up? All she had continued to do to me since I’d been out of juvie.

“Why should I help you?”

“I’m your mother.”

“Who tried to get me locked up not long ago!”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “Fine, where’s Jett?”

“How do you know him?”

Her eyes changed, and a smile made its way onto her face. “He didn’t tell you?”

Anger grew inside me. “What the hell do you want with Jett?”

“I need his help.”

“Well, he’s in Rome,” I told her. The smile disappeared. “You’ll need to speak with me.”

“You?”

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