Page 25 of Believe In Us

Jade craves the chase, she needs it to feel alive, to feel like she belongs somewhere. She’s a goddamn wolf for fucks sake, and not just in name but in every sense of the word. She was born for the hunt, she was born to be part of a pack, she needs a fucking Alpha. You can bet your ass you don’t get any more alpha than me, but what I’ve come to learn is she’s also an untamed little wolf who was born to run. Though what she will come to realize is, the inevitable thing about running, you always get caught.

“Tell me again why I have to listen toyourgirlfriend when it comes to findingmygirl,” I snicker at my brother Ace, while I anxiously pace around my childhood bedroom. It’s been months since I’ve stayed here, having moved into the boarding rooms at Servite Academy since we started there and choosing to live at Ace’s beach house at the start of our senior year. But since it’s myfather who’s throwing me my grandiose eighteenth birthday party tonight, here I am.

I moved into my family’s beach house late last year when Jade and I startedhanging outand needed our own privacy. My bedroom looks exactly as I left it. Black walls, thick blackout curtains, of course in black, and a four-poster bed covered in a dark red comforter. Plastered on every wall are posters of my favorite musicians and bands, and in one corner where Ace is currently sitting, is my old drum set. Yeah I had a drum set, and a guitar, and a one hell of a voice. That was until my father told me the only way he’d ever allow me to pursue that passion was in the afterlife. Because Silver’s are not made to be anything less than made men.

Ace laughs as he takes one of the drum sticks in his hand and starts playing a beat, “Because you’re terrified of whatmy girlfriendwould do toyourmanhood were you to piss her sister off further and we lose track of her.”

Well he’s not wrong. Scarlett is one hell of a badass, taking Wesley and that fucker Marchesi head on. I mean yeah she nearly got herself blown to fucking smithereens but she still managed to get rid of them and the corruption flowing through their streets. Well most of it, because although Wesley Servite is gone, we’ve yet to dismantle his entire empire. Not when my father still stands straight on his feet and in charge now that Wesley is nothing but bones and ash. He may not have one hundred percent agreed with Wesley on his ‘business’ tactics, especially concerning The Gallows, but he was his accomplice nonetheless. You see my father is a self-centered egomaniac who believes all should worship the hallowed ground he walks on. Unlike Wesley, who contrary to what he believed everyone knew was as crooked and corrupt as they come, to all those in Hillcrest Hills my father is a benevolent god. He’s a god alright,theKing of the Underworld himself. In the eyes of our neighbors and his associates, he’s a legit businessman, carrying on the legacy of the Silver name who made their fortunein the financial investments sector. Combine that with the fact that he has British royalty on his arm, it makes him untouchable. But behind closed doors, he’s a crook and a fraud, forcing his associates and majority investors into funding his underground casino’s, and narcotics, his real legacy.

He made a smart decision when he remarried, choosing the noble Eliza Masters, a member of an English aristocratic family. He knew in marrying her he’d forever be protected by not only her wealth but her pristine reputation. As an adolescent, Eliza married an English nobleman named Henry Masters, and had one son with him, Beckett. Though after their divorce when Beckett was thirteen, Eliza met my father and quickly remarried, her and Beckett moving into my father’s estate. Which led us to where we are today, two broken knights in a cold castle. At last he has a way out. I am still stuck with the benevolent Silver King.

“I texted her to come tonight,” I blurt out, falling back on my bed as I do. It isn’t like me to be off my game like this pining after someone who has no interest in being found, but I can’t fucking help it.

Ace sets the drumstick down, “You think she’ll show?” he asks, as he stands and walks over to me. I close my eyes trying to calm my rage but I feel him hovering above me.

“The fuck do I know. Jade is anything but predictable. I mean why would she show up, she thinks we betrayed her,” I sneer, realizing I’m taking my anger out on Ace.

“I don’t know man, isn’t that what we did?”

“We didn’t fucking know he was her brother man, not till recently. And how were we just supposed to say,so your brother is alive and he just killed your father,like who fucking does that.” But clearly that’s exactly what we should have done. “It’s Scarlett she should be pissed at, I mean that’s her sister, but me, what the fuck did I do.”

I hear someone clear their throat as I sit up and find Scarlett standing in my doorway wearing a pissed off glare and her handsperched angrily on her waist. Fuck. Her eyes move from me to Ace who stands beside me, his frown turning into a playful smirk as he looks at his girl who looks gorgeous in a skintight black mini dress. Her black hair is slick straight down her back and a dark red lip makes her look like some grunge emo princess.. She looks nothing like the girls who were bred in Hillcrest Hills yet she belongs here just the same if not more. Not only because we’ve recently found out that she is the daughter of Maxwell Smoak and her great grandfather was a member of one of the founding families, but because she is the girlfriend of the king himself.

If only her sister were mine.

“Don’t listen to him babe,” Ace says walking over to where she stands, “Bass is just pissed off and doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

“No he’s actually right this once,” she says, walking toward me. “I should have told her as soon as I found out someone had killed her father. I should have told her the moment I found Roman instead of pushing her away, I should have confided in her. I should have told her everything,” her face twists in agony as she speaks, and fuck I sort of feel bad for what I said. What is wrong with me? I never gave two shits about what I used to say or who I used to say it to. Not until these two sisters came into our town and stirred shit up. It was Scar’s no fucks attitude and defiant behavior that drove my brother fucking crazy, like a mad man he needed her to be his. And as always he got what he wanted. And it’s Jade’s recklessness and impulsivity that makes me need to dominate the untamed little monster inside her, only to unleash mine in the process. And as it seems, I’ve made up my damn mind. Now it’s just time I convince her she needs the same, and she needs me by her side.

Chapter

Thirteen

JADE

Iaccepted the ride back into town from Grayson, not wanting to deal with taking the city bus this late and dealing with some druggies or fucking homeless dudes looking for good time. The ride was quiet for the most part, as they’ve both been really good at letting me sulk around and not hounding me with questions like ‘what are you going to do now’,or‘how are you going to tell him’,or ‘are you going to keep it’?I’m grateful for that because first of all I have no idea what the fuck happens next, all I do know is that no matter what comes next there is one thing I’m sure of. I’m having this baby.

I changed into a clean outfit before leaving, my previous one stained with vomit. I went with a pair of low-rise, faux leather skinny jeans and paired them with a teal crop-top bearing my midriff and jade stone belly button ring. Who knows how long before my body starts changing so I better make the most of my clothes which all seem to be missing the lower half. My dark blond hair is in soft waves down my back and my makeup is simple yetwith plenty of coverage. Afterall, I need to hide the large, dark bags under my eyes and burst blood vessels from all the vomiting.

Grayson pulls up to the Silver’s Estate, a majestic, white, modern, and elegant palace, with floor to ceiling windows surrounding the entirety of the first floor. There are large, marbled columns lining the front entrance, and a matching fountain sitting in the middle of the cobblestones pathway to the front door. This is where the party is, this is where the text I received from Sebastian himself, asked me to come. I recall reading the texts this morning, while waking up to another very lucid dream like the one I’ve had every night this week. They’re hot, sultry, and so fucking real. Well maybe that’s because they are. At least they were because instead of dreams they’re memories, flashbacks of what things were like between us.

The first text I opened sent a surge of need through me at the tone of dominance I’ve come accustomed to.

Sebastian: My father is throwing me a party tonight at his house. Come, we need to talk. You need to hear what I have to say.

The next one simply read…

Sebastian: I miss you.

But I know what he really meant was I miss fucking you. And the last one, I didn’t bother reading.

The luxurious mansion is fully decked out with everything and anything you can imagine. It’s Sebastian Silver’s eighteenth birthday after all, and in usual Horsemen style, there is a grandiose party being thrown in his honor.

I push open the door to Grayson’s small hatchback sedan ready to climb out and head in when she reaches out to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You don’t have to do this today my dear. You don’t have to do this alone,” she says, and a pain of sadnesswashes over me. Grayson and her wife Sarah are the closest thing I’ve ever had to a mother.

“I know Grayson, and I’m not going to. Today is just for me. I’m here because I need to show them, and show him, I’m not this weak and pathetic little girl they think I am.”

“Oh Jade sweetie I can promise you no one can ever think you are at all week. You my dear, and your sister, are the strongest girls I know. I mean look at you, with everything that’s been going on, that’s happened, here you are back at square one ready to move along. And Scarlett, she just...”

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