Page 39 of Reckless Forever
The third stared dead into the camera. I committed his face to my memory.
My heart dropped. Heat went up the back of my neck. I’d been expecting something, but nothing like this.
Trouble’s pacing started again, his loafers clicked against the floor. Then I scrolled down and saw the message typed to Jaxon in Spanish from Santos:
Santos: Jennings Mafia, you are not untouchable. You have something that belongs to me, and you haveto return it. You have been warned. I don’t play fair. I destroy entire families one member at a time. You have twenty-four hours to get Ivy home. If not, I’ll show you just how serious I am. Don’t test me.
My eyes snapped to Ivy. She looked guilty.
“You don’t have shit to say for yourself, huh? You so fucking reckless!” Trouble said as his voice carried through the house. I knew that nigga was pissed, I could see the veins coming out of his neck. Trouble never yelled, not even at his kids.
“Watch your tone in my shit,” I gritted back at him. He took a step forward, making Storm step between us.
“This is not what we need! Ivy come over here.” She said as she waved over Ivy, who looked scared out of her mind.
“It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Storm. Judah’s sister.” Storm said as she hugged Ivy, who seemed hesitant. The fire in Trouble’s eyes as he glared at her caused her to shift.
“I’m Kennedy, his sister as well,” Kennedy said, looking like she didn’t even want to test Jax and move, but she did anyway.
“Y’all knew about this shit?” Jax scoffed as he looked at them.
“I mean, it was kind of like how y’all left me in the dark about your fake marriage,” Storm said as she gave him an uneasy shrug.
“Gah damn! Storm don’t piss me off; that’s not the same damn thing, Mama!” Trouble said as he paced.
Ivy was frozen in place like a deer caught in headlights.
“You got Ma and Pops in PC because you can’t control yourself?” Jax snapped at me.
My chest was tight, and it felt like I was about to snap, and chaos just kept unfolding around me. The thought of anybody getting near my parents had me on edge.
“Shorty, what’s the deal with you? Why is you leaving Bolivia some sort of national emergency?” Trouble asked Ivy through slits in his eyes.
She started to cry, which pissed me off.
“Go upstairs, I’ll be up there in a second.” I interrupted him. She turned to walk away.
“Trouble, last time I’m going to tell you to watch your fucking mouth in my house,” I warned as I rolled my neck. Ready to test this nigga’s old man strength.
“Judah, I will break youinyour muhfucking house,” He shot back.
“Y’all niggas chill the fuck out. Ain’t nobody breaking nothing.” The good Samaritan, Jaxon, intervened. “Judah, Trouble ain’t wrong. It’s a reason why Santos is going this hard for her. She’s grown, and she can’t leave the house? Have you run a national background check on her?” He asked.
When he said it, I closed my eyes and could kick myself in my ass. The report came through three days ago, and I hadn’t even opened it.
“Judah,” Kennedy groaned, disappointed that I hadn’t.
“And y’all think I’m overreacting? This nigga is reckless.” Trouble scoffed.
I blew out a deep breath and calmed down. I know that all his smoke came from the fact that Santos had put our parents in the middle of it. If anything happened to my mama, Trouble would be so mad he would be able to kill me with a cotton ball.
I walked over to the couch and sat down as they trailed behind me, and I went to my emails.
Review immediately: Two profiles detected.
I opened the attachment and read the security report.
The first profile was of Ivy Montana. The details and her date of birth took me by surprise because they weren’t any of the information she had told me. The second profile had been deleted, but my system was able to retrieve it. The name was Ivanys Montoya, a different name, but all the other details that she told me seemed to add up.
