Page 30 of Reign
“Dario, what is wrong? You’re scaring me,” Jade says, turning off the pump. Jameson looks over with a raised brow, and Spade has fear written all over his face.
“Is it the kids?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“For the love of God, Dario. Use your words. Jesus fucking Christ,” Jameson spits as Ryder yells at me down the line. I drop my phone in my lap and look at Spade.
“The cops are at the house with a warrant for your arrest,” I say, and his eyes widen.
“For Spade?” she asks, and I nod.
“What's the charge?” Jameson asks.
“Voluntary manslaughter,” I say, never taking my eyes off my brother's face. He swallows thickly as a tear escapes his eye.
“We run, I will get the jet rolling and you go to Ireland,” she says in a panic stricken tone but he shakes his head.
“No running. We don’t run from this. Get the lawyer and do what you need to do to get me out. Free and clear. You hear me,” Spade says, talking to me. I nod but Jade freaks out
“No, Reid. We fucking run. We have enough money to disappear. We will change our identities. It will be fine. Please don’t do this,” she cries out, crawling into his lap, but he shakes his head, squeezing her tightly.
“Just promise me, you will wait for me. And don’t you dare get married without me. I swear to God, I’ll kill you all. Just wait, okay. Promise me you’ll wait,” he begs, and she nods, sobbing into his chest.
Just when we thought we could breath, take a break, wrap some gifts, profess our love to our queen then bam.
A fucking bomb hits us.
How the fuck are we going to get out of this?
Ryder
Orange is The New Black
One month later…
Leaving the house, I get into Dario’s Audi and head towards Hillsboro State Penitentiary. I was going to ride my bike, but the weather is supposed to get shitty in a few hours, and I didn’t want to take the chance. Plus Dario barely uses it anymore. Why would he when he drives Jade’s G-Wagon, being her own personal chauffeur. I’m pissed at all of them. Not only did I not get to say goodbye, but I haven’t been able to speak to him either. So, instead of cursing everyone out, I’m taking it upon myself to go there.I miss him.It’s got to be killing him being in there. He missed fucking Christmas. This situation sucks, and I wish we would’ve just ran.
We have a few guys in the Pen doing time for the club, and they have eyes on him, making sure no one fucks with my man. Apparently he’s been quiet in there, but also making moves and creating new allies. Which is good for us on the outside, butI need his ass home. Spade being gone is like a shock to the system. It’s like the fun and playfulness in everyone is gone. He’s a whole vibe that brings light and joy into any space he is in, and without him it’s been sucked dry.Ugh, I don’t even want to think about sucking.Jameson has offered, but I declined. I don’t feel right hooking up with him without Spade around or even without talking about it first. It makes me feel dirty, and I don’t want to be that guy. The rev of an engine behind me takes me out of my thoughts. Looking in my mirror, I see it's her. What the fuck could she possibly want from me?
Pulling over to the shoulder, I shut off the car and get out, stomping over to her, and of course, she pulls a gun on me.Smart bitch!
“What the fuck do you want, Teagan?” I growl, and she smiles.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be driving Zayn’s car, but I'd much rather deal with you than him,” she says, which makes my eyes narrow.
“What do you got cooking with Zayn?” I ask, but she shakes her head.
“Oh, I was going to entice him to come to the other side. Working for me would better suit him,” she says, and I laugh, folding my arms over my chest.
“What is it that you want?”
“Time is running out, but I can sweeten the deal to set a fire under your ass,” she says, and I shake my head.
“I’m not killing my sister. You can get fucked!” I spit, and she laughs.
“She’s not even your blood. Why the fuck do you care? Kill her! I want the crown!” she orders, and I still shake my head as I reach into my pocket, taking out a cigarette. Bringing it to my lips, I go to light it, but her next words have me looking up at herslowly. “Do it and I’ll get your little boyfriend out by morning,” she says, and my eyes narrow.
“Bullshit!” I snarl, lighting the cigarette, and her smile only widens.
“Bring me her body and I'll get your little boy toy out before her blood even cools,” she coos, and my mind whirls.I am not killing Jade. This bitch is fucking nuts, but what I wouldn’t give to have him home already.But this also makes me think. Who is running things in there that she has pull with, or is this all a setup to get me to kill Jade?Interesting.
