Page 1 of Reign
Jameson
What the fuck?
Listening to Zayn confess that he is Dario is like a stab in the chest. This whole time my brother has been alive, and everyone knew but me and Jade? Did I get that right? I’m so fucking mad that I could sink a knife right into his throat, and I wouldn't feel an ounce of remorse for doing so. How could he lie to me—to us—like that after everything we have been through? Is he fucking serious? I have so many questions, but right now is not the time for them. I’ll catch his ass later. He has so much explaining to do it isn’t even funny.
“When I fucking get my hands on you, Dario, you better pray that this time I don’t fucking kill you for real!” I scream down the line as he laughs.
“That’s if I don’t kick your ass first for what you did to our wife. We are almost there. Don’t do anything stupid!” he warns, and now it’s my turn to laugh as I park along the curb.Thankfully, we don’t have neighbors that are close to the house.
“Well, you better tell whoever is driving to put some pep in his step! I’m going in!” I tell them, and end the call as they scream my name. Placing my phone down, I hear gunshots echoing and glass shattering, but what has me moving faster is Jade’s scream.
Reaching over to my passenger seat, I grab a pink syringe and jab it into my neck, followed by a gray one right into my chest. My heart stops for a second, or I stop breathing, I’m not sure, but everything happens in slow motion as the drug hits my veins, sending my body into overdrive.
Getting out of the truck, I quickly round the back and pull down the tailgate, opening the numerous drawers of weapons that I keep in there. Grabbing my daggers, smoke bombs, and grenades, I line them up as I open the bottom drawer for my holster. Sliding it on, I zip up the front and riddle my body with as many weapons as possible as fast as I can. Reaching into the top pocket, I pull out and insert the earpiece stored there, hoping that as they get closer to the house, it will hit their signal and auto-connect me to them so we can work as a team to take down The Brotherhood.I won’t let them take my fucking kids or my wife. Fuck them!
Running up the driveway past the empty security booth, I see a few masked men fighting some of the guards that surround the perimeter of the house. Taking a throwing star, I sail it through the air, hitting my target right in the eye as he tries to lunge at Rafe, who then sinks a knife into the masked man's neck, kicking him to the ground as he pulls his knife back out.
“Jameson, you know you’re not supposed to be here,” he tells me, but smirks. “Glad you are though. I can’t keep them all away from the house by myself.”
“Jade knows I was on the way. The others aren’t too far behind,” I inform him, and he nods. “Do you know how many?” I ask him as I sail another star at a man pointing a gun throughthe hole in the front window of the house. He stumbles a bit, turning as Rafe lifts his arm and shoots, sending a bullet right between his eyes. “Nice shot,” I praise, and he grunts.
“I was walking the perimeter with Ryan and Darius, since most of our men were out looking for Spade and Ryder. Then I got an alert that someone had set off the alarm for the back fence and cut the camera feed, but it was a distraction. There were three men in the back with more heading up the sides, and I couldn't tell how many were coming through the front gates. I’m not sure if any got into the house,” he tells me in a panic.
Just then, I hear a blood-curdling scream from the woman I owe my life to. Then the crunching of gravel hits my ears from behind as three more cars pull up the driveway, shooting at us.Fuck!We both hit the ground and hide behind the other vehicles littering the driveway.Why couldn’t we have a smaller property? Because fuck! I just want to get in the fucking house and make sure Jade and the kids are okay.
“Look out,” Rafe screams as a man presses a gun to the back of my head.
“Say goodnight, motherfucker,” he growls, and I laugh, sending my knife right into his foot while ducking as the gun goes off, shooting the gravel next to me. Whipping around, I take my other knife and shove it right up between his legs, through his pants and into his nut sack, twisting as I feel the squish of his flesh against my blade. He drops to his knees, and Rafe lifts his gun, shooting him between the eyes.
Peeking over the front of Jade’s G-Wagon, I raise my gun and shoot at the men outnumbering us. Rafe shoots a few rounds, hitting the gas tank of one of the SUVs, causing it to blow.He needs a raise. Shit!Another scream comes from inside, and it’s taking everything in me not to just run for it, but these guys are shooting up the cars non-fucking stop.Where the fuck are myguys? They should be here by now, and I hope they called in some fucking backup.
Taking a grenade from my holster, I pull the pin and sail it over the truck before ducking behind it, hoping it does some damage.This can’t be it for us. We are not dying today. Our story will not end tonight. Not on my fucking watch.Shots erupt in the house, and I pray to God that Jade is armed, killing those bastards because God help me, if they hurt a hair on her gorgeous head, I'll paint the street red with every last one of those Amish trafficking fucks.
Honking and revving of an engine takes me out of my thoughts just as a few grenades go off, sending two SUVs sailing through the air on impact. Pink smoke permeates the scene before me, signaling it’s go time.
The Kings have arrived to slaughter the pawns to get to our queen. A sinister smile crosses my face.
“Run, little maggots, run.”
Jade
Wrath of a Queen
The windows behind me shatter as bullets spray through them, hitting the TV and the wall. I scream for Dario, dropping the phone as I stay low, and grabbing Prince out of his swing. Looking at Jaxon, his eyes are wide with fear as Hazel cries on the rug.
“Jaxon, listen to Mommy, stay low and grab Hazel. We are going to move as fast as we can to the safe room. Got it?” I tell him, trying to stay as calm as possible.
We dash through the living room into the hallway right as my front door bursts open, causing Jaxon to scream. Reaching for the foyer table, Jaxon tosses me the hidden gun I didn’t even know he knew about. I catch it, switch the safety off, and pull the trigger, sending the intruder to the ground. Jaxon enters the code into the keypad, pushing the door open.
“Come on, Mama,” he tells me as he takes Hazel safely into the room. I place Prince inside the crib, then grab the duffel bag, opening it.
“You stay here with your brother and sister. We will come get you when this is over,” I tell him as I riddle my body with weapons and slide the bag out of the door, slamming it shut, and hitting the red button for the locks to engage. Another man steps into the house but doesn't see me as I move to the right, using the front door as a shield. Letting him take another step in as he searches for me, I take my knife from its sheath and climb onto his back, sinking the sharp metal into the side of his neck. Blood seeps from the wound, dripping warm liquid down my fingers. I twist the knife as he chokes, falling to his knees, dropping his weapon. Removing my knife, I run my tongue along the blade, savoring the taste of the man's blood before spitting it in his face. Bending down, I pick up his semi-automatic just as I feel the barrel of a gun press against the back of my head.
“If you’re going to point a fucking gun at me, you better pull the fucking trigger, bitch,” I threaten, and the man laughs.
“As you w–” Before he can finish his sentence, I spin, knocking his hand away from my head, causing him to take the shot, only to miss. So I send my blade up his chin, reveling in the feel of his tendons snapping. His blood splatters against my face as he coughs, causing me to grin..
“Gotta be quicker than that, asshole. Never fucking hesitate!” I spit, pulling the knife from his flesh. He falls to the ground as someone grabs me from behind, causing me to scream as another man comes through the front door.
