Page 85 of Mine, Forever

“Where is he?”

“Who? Jett?”

My breathing became quick. “Jett was here?”

“Well, of course, he was. He’s only just ducked out to hand your father over.”

“I don’t understand…”

“Oh darlin’, you’re so out of it, aren’t you. Must be the painkillers. John is dead. Jett killed him when we rescued you. You’re safe here.”

“Who are you?”

“The name’s Ronni. You can trust me, I promise. I’m just patching your back up.”

“So that part was real then.”

“Unfortunately, yes. It’ll take a long time for these wounds to heal.”

I held in a sob.How was Jett going to love me if I was scarred like this?Damn John. I was glad he was gone, and I hoped Jett had tortured him before he killed him. Ronni put something on my back, searing pain soaring through me, and I involuntarily cried out.

“I’m sorry… the bastard put lemon juice on your wounds, didn’t he? I need to clean them up. Do you want me to knock you out?”

“Yes.”

Within seconds, I felt something hard come down over my head causing my eyes to flutter before I saw black.

JETT

Aubrey didn’t say a word as he walked through the gates of the prison. He knew Ebony was safe and hadn’t resisted when we drove him here. I half expected him to try to knock us out, abandoning us on the road as he took off with my Lincoln, but he didn’t. He thanked me and that was it.

If only I could get a contact high enough that I could somehow get him out. I vowed I would. He didn’t deserve this life. I knew he’d been ratted on.

But who would be stupid enough to do that?

I turned to York who looked pained as he watched his uncle and mentor locked away again. “Who did it?”

“Did what?”

We got in the car. “Who ratted?”

“Adora.”

“We need to do something about her.”

“Don’t hear me complaining, but I think you may want to give that pleasure over to Ebony.”

He was right. That bitch had given Ebony the worst kind of childhood, just like John had done to me. “Head over to the warehouse. Get her patched up, and put her in a room until Ebony is better.”

“You got it, Boss.”

“Drop me off at the cabin. I want to be there when she wakes up.”

I didn’t want to admit I wasn’t going to let Ebony out of my sight again, not for as long as I had a breath in my body. Those scars on her back were my fault, her pain and suffering were my fault. For the first time in, well, ever—I felt bad about something.

???

Ronni was checking on Ebony’s back while I sat and watched. She hadn’t woken, but Ronni had told me she’d been up before the pain took over shortly before I got back.

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