Page 73 of Mine, Forever

He laughed again, his rough chuckle sending chills down my spine. “He didn’t tell you, did he?”

John was moving around me only stopping when he was out of sight. I could feel him behind me, a sick feeling developing in my stomach.

“Tell me what?”

“Such a bad boy not telling you everything about him. I bet you tell him everything about you, don’t you?”

“Just fucking tell me!”

“Oooh,” he whispered in my ear. His hands were moving down my stomach from behind. I fought the urge to vomit. “So much fight in you. That’s new, my pet. But that’s okay. I’ll break it out of you in time.”

He sucked my earlobe into his mouth as his hands delved lower. quickly I moved my head forward and back, connecting with his mouth. His hands dropped away from my body, and I heard a muffled curse.

“Okay,” he said, moving into my line of sight. His face was bloody causing me to chuckle, knowing I’d done him harm. “You’re going to regret that. Jett will never find us here, little dove. You’re mine from now on as you should have always been. The only difference now is I won’t have a problem with moving inside that perfect little body, whereas before I wanted you to be perfectly tight for when I finally did take you.”

I stopped laughing as he left the room locking me in with a loud click. The room was cold, and I felt it now more than before because I only had my naked form to think about with John gone.

Shit! How did he know Jett?

Chills shot down my spine that had nothing to do with the coolness of the room. I was in real trouble here, and if John was right—which he usually was—Jett would never find me.

JETT

“What?” I yelled, quickly spinning around. York stood still in front of me without flinching as he always did.

“There’s no trace of John Lambert anywhere in the city,” he repeated. I’d hoped it had been a trick of sound, but he was resolute with his knowledge. A frustrated yell ripped from the back of my throat, my fist flying into the closest wall. I pulled it free, bringing the drywall with me. Cuts bled from my knuckles, but I couldn’t feel it. All I could feel was anger and resentment that I hadn’t killed him already.

How could he take her from me?

How could he do that on top of everything else he’d done to me?

Didn’t he know what she meant to me?

Yes,my inner self yelled,that’s why he fucking took her!

“There has to be some trace.”

“There’s someone you could ask,” York told me. He was right, I had a lot of contacts in the city I could use, but for the moment I couldn’t think of one who could get me the answers I needed. For years, I hadn’t been able to kill my father when he trusted me as his sidekick. For years, I could have rid this world of the man he was, and every time I had failed.

“Erin been inducted yet?”

“No,” he said. “But she’s damn good at getting answers. It shouldn’t be too long.”

“Call her,” I said, pushing into a chair.

York took off to get the slut into the office, while I tried not to think about what John could be doing to Ebony right now. She was strong, she was brave, something John hated in a woman. If anything, he’d not want to be near her if she was fighting him. Either she was dead, or he had sedated her to have his way with her. Those thoughts worming into my brain were not okay. I felt like I was losing control.

Every time we got close, she was yanked away from me.

How the fuck could this keep happening?

It was time for me to transform into the old Jett so I could rescue the woman who held my balls hostage. The only way that was going to happen was if I went out and killed someone—threatened, killed, and got back into the business.

That was the only way out of this mess.

???

Erin was sitting down in Joe’s office at his cleared desk eating a salad from a clear tub when York and I burst in. She dropped the fork onto the desk, the only thing out of place on it and shot out of her chair.

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