Page 70 of Mine, Forever

“Shut up,” I grit out. “Now, you’re going to tell me everything you know about John Lambert and what he’s been up to. I’m not playing anymore.”

“Why?”

“I’m not playing anymore, Adora,” I repeated. “Tell me what you know.”

She didn’t say anything. I was close to shoving my fist down her throat if she didn’t open up about John. York made no move toward her, but she wasn’t trying to give up any details. She was silent this time, so she knew this was serious.

“He’s got your daughter,” York told her.

Adora’s eyes went wide. “Which one?”

“Who the fuck do you think… Ebony,” I yelled.

Adora relaxed. “Oh, well.”

My anger raged within me. I fought the urge to put a bullet in her brain. How could she not care her fucking daughter was about to be handed over to a fucking sadist who wanted only one thing from her?

I grabbed my blade from my ankle holster and slammed it into her hand, pinning it to the armrest. She screamed, looking down at her hand which was dripping blood onto the floor. Her fingers were gripped onto the end of the armrest as she breathed hard looking down with wide eyes at the blade in horror.

“Tell me what you know,” I said, remarkably calm given how annoyed I was with her.

I smoothed the hair that had fallen out of place on my head so that it was how I liked it—slicked back—while I waited for her to speak. Adora was breathing slowly to try and avoid the pain as much as possible.

“He’s always been… been obsessed with Ebony. Always.”

Fear overwhelmed my rage. Maybe John wouldn’t sell her. God, he was just sick enough to keep her for himself. No fucking way was he havingmyEbony. Not like that, not in any way. I had to get her back.

“Where?”

“In the city… some house on the hill.”

Motherfucker.

“York,” I called out to him without taking my eyes off Adora. “Call Chaz. We’re going to need a car.”

He was out of the warehouse in seconds leaving me with this sorry piece of shit who called herself a mother. She looked at me, anxiously, wondering if I was going to use the blade on any other part of her.

“What have you done with my girls?

“Nothing… yet.”

“Why do you go to all this trouble for Ebony?”

“Let me ask you something first,” I said, pacing around her. When I disappeared behind her, her breathing became labored again. “Why do you treat her like shit?”

“She’s just like him… like her father, Aubrey. Always has been, just utterly worthless.”

I had to suppress the urge to shove my blade into her neck and watch the life drain from her eyes for speaking about Eb that way. But instead, I managed, “You think anyone deserves to be treated the way John treats his women?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t know what he was into when he said he’d look after her. She was a delinquent, never listened to me. I had to do something.”

“What did you do when you found out?”

“Ebony lies, Jett. You have to know she will lie to you, too.”

“I doubt it,” I told her. “After all she allowed me to put her through. I’m going to go out on a limb and say she doesn’t fucking lie… you do. Either way, whatever it takes, Ebony will be back by my side, no matter who I have to kill along the way.”

“John won’t just hand her over to you.”

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