Page 62 of Mine, Forever

“Unknown,” he said before turning to York.

“Show Eb what to do when I’m gone.”

York nodded, and I felt my stomach flutter.This was it.This was his way of testing me while he was gone.

Jett stood up, pulling me with him. “Let’s dance.”

I allowed him to lead me to the dance floor leaving York alone in the booth. He ground against me once we got to the floor. Everyone gave us a wide berth, but I didn’t notice them once I was in the arms of Jett. He licked along my jawline sending my brain into a shutdown. I had to fight to regain some composure.

“What will I be doing when you’re gone?”

“Running the city, baby. It’s time for you to take over when I can’t be here.”

He kissed my neck moving one hand under my short dress giving everyone else an eyeful of my ass. Jett squeezed it pulling me into whatever lustful reverie I usually fell into when he touched me.

His words sprung back into my mind causing my heart to race. “You’re trusting me?”

“You don’t want to?” he asked, pulling back a little, a cheeky smirk on his face.

“Of course I do, but you don’t trust anyone.”

He chuckled. “True, but I need to see if you can handle it. This is your chance to prove yourself to me. Don’t fuck it up.”

Not an admission that he trusted me, but I’d take it. I pushed aside the giddiness and let Jett push me into him, his cock eliciting an excited response from the top of my thighs as I felt it through his pants.

I felt the eyes on me as we danced close together in between other clubbers. When I was in Jett’s arms, no one else mattered. It was just him and me.

Forever.

I felt a push, Jett moved back steadying me. It all happened so fast that I didn’t realize what was happening until half the dance floor had scattered. York was pulling me away. I turned to see Jett on the ground punching a patron with ferocity, blood spattered over his fists and arms and now his face.

The sight of Jett beating on the guy did funny things to me. The tops of my thighs were tingling with excitement, and I was unable to look away.

“Come on, Ebony.”

I let York take me away dragging me through the club to the Lincoln parked outside. He went back inside for Jett, leaving me alone. I’d never felt so alive. Jett was angry when he got in the car, seething. He looked over at me, his eyes dark and intimidating.

We spoke no words, nor were they needed. As York drove us home, I tried not to get too excited, but it was pretty hard not to when I knew what would happen once we were inside our apartment.

Jett had just proven he would do anything for me, including beat someone to death in front of hundreds of witnesses.

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Two Weeks Later

I watched the scene playing out in front of me with glee. York was punching the fuck out of the lout who refused to pay his debt to Jett. He thought Jett being out of town meant he could come to one of his clubs and spend all the money he should have been handing over to Jett. I’d counted him with five hookers and gambling over a grand in a nearby casino.

What an idiot.

“Enough,” I yelled. “This is getting us nowhere.”

York stood to the side, massaging his red, bloody knuckles. The creep sat in the chair, his hands tied behind him, eyes almost closed from the swelling. He was barely speaking, but when he did, blood dribbled out of his mouth pooling on his gut.

Grabbing hold of my blade, I slowly made my way over to him. His breathing became labored. What I could see of his eyes were widened and closely watching my movements.

“Where’s the money?”

“I don’t have it,” he managed to get out.

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