Page 7 of Anarchy

But she has no guards. I am not okay with that.

Spade:

I’ll get on it. Are you almost done for the day?

Me:

A few more hours and then I’ll be home. Why? You miss me?

I laugh because I know he does. Things have changed a bit over the last couple of months. Let’s just say we have been exploring some more in the bedroom since Jade doesn’t like me stepping out of the circle, so Ryder suggested I take what I need from him and Spade. They both know how I feel and that Jade is my number one, but I can’t keep lying to myself, or them, that there’s no feelings for them, because there are. I just refuse to admit it. I’m not sure why. It’s not like I don’t trust them both entirely, but still, at the end of the day, something is missing. I think my biggest problem is losing my brother. I don’t want to fully bring Ryder in and have the others think I’m replacing Dario because that’s not what this is. He could never be replaced.

My mind has been fucked lately. I’ve been keeping something from everyone, and I’m trying to figure out what to do about it. But I’m afraid if I tell them, they will want to send me away, and I will not leave them or the babies who are close to being born, so I’ve been keeping to myself at times trying to figure my shit out without involving everyone. One day, when I’m ready or if it gets worse, I’ll tell them, but right now, I’m keeping track of the blackouts and keeping them to myself. My phone vibrating takes me out of my thoughts and I look down to see what Spade said.

Spade:

Maybe I do.

I laugh again because, of course, he won’t just say it. I shake my head and close out the thread. Picking up my spoon, I dig into my broccoli cheddar soup while it’s still hot.

Hours later, I leave the office and exit out of the skyscraper building, and get into my truck. I nod at Roger who’s holding the door open for me as I unbutton my suit jacket, taking it off and hanging it up in the back seat.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sir,” he says, and I nod, climbing in and placing my phone on the dash. Pressing play on my pop playlist, “Say my name” by Destiny’s Child blares through the speaker as I pull out onto the busy street, heading north to the highway that takes me out of the city. I’m about twenty minutes away from home when my phone starts ringing and a picture of Jade, laying on the bed with blood dripping from the slices I gave her, greets me on my dash screen. Pressing the button on my steering wheel, I answer the call.

“Princess, are you on your way home?” I ask.

“J-jamie. H-elp m-me!” she whispers as my fists tighten around the wheel.

“Jadeeee!!!!” I scream down the line as I hear rustling on the other end.

“I love you. Save the babies,” she whispers. I growl.

“Tell me where you are. Princess!” I yell, but I hear choking as more words greet my speakers.

“T-thank y-you for ll-oving mm-ee. I’m sorry. S-save the babies,” she says.

“No, baby, you hold the fuck on. Please, just hold the fuck on!” I scream through the car.I’m not fucking close enough. I don’t even know where the fuck she is.I hit the three-way call button and press Spade’s number, refusing to end the call with her.I need to know she’s ok. I need to get to her.

“Yo, Jay. Where you at?” he says cheerfully.

“Spade, Jade is in trouble. Find her location and send help now!” I command.

“What do you mean she’s in trouble?” he says, and I grit my teeth.

“Just fucking do it. What is her location, and fucking hurry?” I command as I hear him talking to Ryder, getting the help headed to her.

“Jade, baby, you still with me? Please, say something. Anything!” I yell, but it’s silent.

“Babygirl. Are you there?” Spade asks, but it's nothing but silence.

“She’s at the cemetery. How far out are you?” he asks, and I slam my hands on the steering wheel.

“Fifteen. Just get to her, and call me the fuck back and tell me where I’m going. Fucking hurry! She kept telling me to save the babies. Something is not fucking right. Now move!” I command again, and both lines go dead.

“Fuckkkkkkkkkk!!!” I scream into the empty car, gunning it to who knows where. My mind is a mess. I could massacre the world right now with how I feel. My heart is racing, my palms are sweaty.

“You are not taking another person that I love away from me because I swear to god I will light up every single person who’s harmed the ones I love. Fuckkkkkkk!!!” I scream again as my phone rings, and I jab the button to answer.

“Spade, talk to me,” I grit.

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