Page 52 of Reign
“Well, that still doesn’t get you the keys to the kingdom,” he tells her.
“That’s false. I’ll resurrect your sweet Theresa. I am her twin after all.” She smirks, and I see red.
“Hey Teagan! Get fucked!” I yell as she points the gun at me, cocking it, but my father quickly grabs the knife and sends it right through her throat, causing her to choke and drop her weapon. Her gun bounces on the grass as I walk over to her and rip the knife from her neck. Spinning it in my hand, I smirk and then shove it up under her chin, sinking into her flesh. I smile then twist the handle, left, right, left, right, reveling in the feel of her muscles and tendons snapping as I shred through them. I lick my lips as her scent of her blood hits my nostrils as I watch the life drain from her eyes. “Blood of my blood, you fucking cunt,” I spit, removing the blade as Dalton grabs me from behind, but I spin the knife in my hand, cutting myself in the process, and sink the blade into his side.
“You fucking cunt,” he shouts, lifting the gun and pointing it at my father's chest. I stop in my tracks, deathly afraid to move. Dalton is as unstable as they come, and it won’t take much to anger him. I can’t be the reason my father dies tonight. He removes the knife from his side and holds it to my chin.
“Come with me, Jade. And he gets to live,” he threatens as Jamie charges him, but he presses the knife deeper into my face, and I scream as the gun goes off twice as Jamie slams into the both of us, knocking me to the ground, hitting my knees hard against the grass. Screams and Chaos ensue around me as I yell.
“Get the fuck off of me!”
“It’s me Princess, I got you,” Jamie says, getting up. I look around and see my father on the ground and a crowd around me. I crawl over to him and notice he’s not moving.
“Is he hit? Oh, my God! Someone answer me!” I yell, but no one is saying fuck all. Everyone is yelling my name, but all I see is my father lying still on the ground. Reaching for him, I grab his hand as I get to my knees and see he’s been hit twice in the chest. “Dad, Dad! Please, for the love of God!” I yell and look around. “Where is Dalton? Where is that motherfucker?” I scream as Spade rips open my father’s shirt, and I gasp. “Oh, shit,” I say as he jolts awake coughing.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” he rasps, squeezing my hand.
“A vest. A fucking vest. You could’ve warned a girl. Jesus fucking Christ, Dad!” I yell, punching him in the shoulder.
“Dalton got away,” the guard announces, and I growl.
“How the fuck did they get in here?” I ask, and no one says a word. My guys help my father to his feet as I seethe.
“Hey, Flynn,” Jameson says, and my father looks at my husband as he hands him a few syringes. “My father has been poisoning you this entire time. These will counteract it,” Jamie tells him, and I gasp.
“When—H-how?” I stammer, and Jamie smiles at me, but Kane is who I see walking slowly over to us with malice in his eyes.
“I can’t let you take those,” he says, and I stare at him in shock as I see Dario from the corner of my eye lift Teagan's gun from the ground slowly.
“Why is that, Kane? They will save his life,” I question, but he growls, and I narrow my eyes.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” Dario spits, walking over to us. “It was you this whole time in Ireland, blaming everyone else. All the doctors and nurses. You are the fucking mole. Working for the enemy right under our noses,” he accuses, and I look at my husband in shock.
“No, that can’t be right,” I say, and I look at my father, who is glaring at my second like he’s a stranger.
“You’re the only one who was close to me. The only one who could get close enough to hurt me when my daughter wasn’t there. Isn’t that right?” My father accuses, but Kane just smirks.
“Answer him. Tell us the truth. That you’re a fucking rat and a coward. You’re the one who told Dalton where we were the night my wife was raped. Tell me I’m fucking wrong.” But all Kane does is stare at me.
“You were supposed to be mine. That drug was to wipe your memory clean of them. I was supposed to be your king. Not them. ME!” he yells, lunging for me, but Dario lifts the gun and shoots, but that doesn’t stop Kane. He keeps coming at me with a knife in his grip. BANG…BANG…BANG… and right before the blade connects with my face, he drops to his knees in front of me.
“Think fast, Babygirl,” Spade says, tossing me a knife. I catch it swiftly and grab Kane by his hair, forcing him to look at me as blood coats his lips.
“Blood of my fucking blood, you rat bitch!” I spit in his face and drag the metal across his throat, reveling in the warmth of his blood spraying against my stomach and hands. I let his body drop to the ground, and I spit one more fucking time. “Piece of shit!” Then, I look up at my father. “Now that I am queen. I own the kingdom,” I say, looking at him and then at my guys, “I call the shots, and my Kings are my second.” I smile, and he returns it with a smile of his own, his eyes glistening with pride as my next words bleed into the future before us. “We are one. We Reign as one.”
The end…
This concludes Jade’s story with her three Kings.
With Chaos comes Mayhem which causes Bedlam but Anarchy will Reign.
Turn the page for the EPILOGUE: 12 years later.
Twelve Years Later
Part One- Jade
Since the night of our wedding, life has been a whirlwind. My father finally accepted Jamie into the family and has become a huge part of our lives. He sold the castle in Ireland, much to my dismay, and had his own home built on my property.Dario wasn’t kidding when he said our home was a compound.Our main office is here in the States for all IRA dealings. Spade still has his warehouse, and The Mill is still standing. We’ve done more renovations, adding another warehouse for gun shipments and explosives. Spade created a storefront so it wouldn’t raise any flags with the authorities. Ryder’s haven for trafficked kids has dissolved because we needed a bigger space.
