Page 31 of Free-Falling
He looks up at me, and I notice how his hair has gotten longer. I run my fingers through his hair. Jagger wraps his arms around my waist and leans down, placing his forehead on my stomach. He sighs, placing a couple of kisses on my skin. “Layla, got paid to be with me.” He starts.
“Wait, what?” I ask. “Paid? Like your parents paid her? To be with you?”
He nods. “Yeah and get this, she was cheating on me the entire time… with my father. He fucking paid her to be with me and this whole time, he’s fucking her.”
“Liam…” I say to him. Jagger looks up at me. The emotions in his eyes cause me to feel protective of him. I want to hold him. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I should kill her. Say the word, Jagger, and she’s gone.” I say with conviction.
Jagger smirks. “Fuck, babe. Get off your birth control. I’m so ready to give you some babies just for that. I’m keeping you for life.”
I laugh. “Stop it, dickhead.” I slap his bicep lightly.
Jagger kisses my stomach again. “I’m serious, baby.” He groans. “I want babies.”
I suck in a breath. The look in his eyes says he’s serious. “Wow, um… you’re serious. How many?”
“So that’s a yes?”
I shake my head. “No, it’s a, I’ll think about it. But, don’t change the subject, you want me to put a hit on Layla or not?”
Jagger sits up and kisses me. He lets me go. “No, don’t put out a hit on her.” He answers and I open my mouth but he stops me. “And no hits on my stupid ass donor. I socked him for it, but I like to play dirty, baby. Now, give me a kiss for good luck. Today, I’m about to fuck up a man’s life.”
“Mmm so hot.” I say.
“I still want babies.” He says and I kiss him because I don’t know the answer to that just yet.
* * *
After Jagger leaves, I keep busy for a while but then I pick up my phone and dial Mikonos.
“You always call when I’m doing something.” He says.
“Stop letting Lettie suck your dick and bring the boys. I need to head somewhere. Find Layla Daniels’s address, that’s where we’re going. She’s on the States side.”
Mikonos grunts. “This a hit?”
“No, it’s a lesson. I’ll meet you.”
“No, little one, we pick you up. A Don in the making never drives herself to a lesson. Be there in less than fifteen. Look pretty, baby.” He teases.
I snicker. “Shut the fuck up.” I hang up.
I was ready in the fifteen minutes that Mikonos expected of me. When I step off the elevator, I get looks from others who live here. I don’t mind because I know I look good. I’m wearing Jagger’s light blue dress shirt letting it slip over my shoulder exposing the choker part of the rest of my ensemble underneath this. I wear sheer stockings under with black red bottoms that have gold tips on them. My hair is out in the curly-coily mess, but it looks good. I checked. It flows around and down my back, stopping mid-back. My face is made up perfectly, effortlessly and flawlessly.
There’s a surprise underneath the shirt, but that’s not for now. I focus on my goal as I place my shades over my eyes. I see the parked black range waiting outside for me. I smile when I see Mikonos standing out there, waiting for me. He smiles right back at me. Mikonos is a giant. He’s six feet and eight inches of pure muscle, a face built for modeling with the sharp edges, green eyes so clear it freaks people out and black hair always tied into a ponytail.
“Hey baby.” He greets me as soon as I jump into his arms. Mikonos lifts me off my feet.
“I missed you and your ugly mug.” I say to him after he’s set me on my feet again.
“I missed you too. Shit, I’m gone for three months and you get your ass hitched.” He shakes his head as he opens the door for me.
I smirk, pulling my shades down a little to check out his attire. “I like the all-black.” He’s dressed in a black t-shirt showing off the sleeve ink on his left arm tucked into black dress pants and dress shoes. Very fucking proper.
“Thought you would.” He responds. “I got you some treats.” Mikonos signals to the cupcakes in the far corner.
I smile and climb into the backseat. The other man in the front half turns his face and sharply nods. That’s all that needs to be said. Mikonos shuts my door, and we get this show on the road.
Once we reach Layla’s house, I look at the brownstone. It’s cute. I like it. Mikonos comes around to open the door for me, I grab my small purse and my cupcakes. I walk up the stairs and ring the doorbell. I know Layla’s home so she has no reason to not answer the door. When she opens the door, I smile.
