Page 46 of Reign
“Yeah, because this bitch took it all, both her and her fucking sister! It was my life. Not theirs. They shouldn’t even be breathing!” she yells as my guards come barrelling into theroom. Her eyes widen, and she shoves Cynthia, opening fire in the boutique. She runs through the room as I point and shoot, missing her by a hair. My guards run after her as she exits the back of the building.Can I get just one fucking day? Just one?
“Anyone hit?” I ask as Cynthia and Lucille get to their feet.
“No, we're good,” Lucille says as Cynthia runs out of the room crying. I look over at Giovanna and Presley, and they both are sitting on the couch, calm as clams. I burst out laughing because there truly are no dull moments. Walking back to the dressing room, I get my clothes back on and take a deep breath, exiting the room.
“Time for dinner, then I need to drink! We ready?” I ask, and everyone nods as we exit the room. Walking over to Cynthia, I smile.
“I’ll take the shoes, dress and veil. The girls picked out what they wanted. Charge everything to my husbands and invoice them for any damages here. We will compensate you for the trouble today. Thank you for everything. See you soon.” I wink, and she nods, waving us off.
Stepping out into the evening, the sun had just set. We all climb into the limo, and Carmichael takes us to our next destination.
“Hey Car, can we not tell my husbands about this?” I ask, and his eyes widen, telling me everything I need to know.
Later that night, we are taking shot after shot and dancing our asses off in some club Ophelia picked out. The girls gave me a crown and a sash to wear, which has gotten us a bunch of free drinks throughout the night. My tits are killing me, but it’s so worth it. I feel so fucking good as the alcohol flows through my veins. Taking another shot of something pink, my hips move, and I throw my hands in the air and dance to the music. Everyone seems to be having so much fun, and I can’t help but smile all night. I finally found the dress, and everything is justperfect. A few guys surround us, and O’s eyes widen. I shrug because why would I care about dumb boys coming to dance with us? All our men are over an hour away, and it’s my night to do as I please.
Sweat drips down my body, making my leather pants cling to my skin, and my red crop top is damn near soaked, but I keep rolling my hips, dancing to the heavy beat of the music as the strobe lights change colors above us. Lucille and Giovanna left a few hours ago, saying they were tired. I’m so glad they both came with us and were a part of my day. I’ll be forever grateful.
Arms wrap around my waist, taking me out of my thoughts. I look over my shoulder and see a guy with a shaved head and tattoos covering his neck. He presses his body into mine, rubbing his dick against my ass as his hands roam my stomach. I look over at O, and another guy is dancing behind her, same with the others. Presley's eyes shoot to mine and all I see is fear. I know her history, so I immediately pull her over in front of me and sandwich her in.
“I got you, P. Don’t worry, you are safe with me,” I whisper-shout into her ear. She looks at me and nods, then looks at the guy behind me and her eyes widen. O grabs both of us and pulls us away, causing us to stumble into other people. I whip around and see metal glistening in his hand.
“Jade. We’re fucked!” O yells, but I can’t look back at her. I just try to keep a distance between us and the knife.
“Pres, talk to me. Why can’t I move us back?” I yell as the man takes a step towards us.
“The other guy has a knife to Ophelia’s neck,” she says, her voice trembling with fear.Mother fucker!The man in front of me comes at me quickly, and I rear my arm back, hoping to buy us some time to escape, but he shakes his head.
“Walk, or she dies!” the other guy whispers in my ear as I feel Presley fold into herself behind me.Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Taking a deep breath, I nod and let them guide us from the crowd. I subtly reach into my pocket, thanking god, it’s dark in here. I swipe the screen open and pray I’m pressing the right buttons, but hands touch my ass, taking my phone.
“What am I pressing? They can’t see what I’m doing in between you two. I’ve already alerted Caspian,” Presley whispers, and I turn my neck slightly.
“Pull down the screen, click the red, and dial 1431. Close it and put it back in my pocket,” I say, then I feel her hand slide into my pocket. I just signaled for not only the guys but five of my soldiers. It’s no use, though. We are too far away for them to come. O is right!
We’re fucked!
Jameson
Angry Wifey
My heart dropped in my chest when our phones blared a high pitch alarm signaling Jade was in trouble. Luckily for her, we were already in the city with Caspian, waiting for the call. We put this whole kidnapping scenario in place. I know my girl and Ophelia are going to give these guys a run for their money, and I’m going to have to compensate them well.
“You know she’s going to kill us, right?” Spade panics.
“Like she really might do it for real,” Dario laughs, and I smile
“I’m counting on it. It wouldn’t be believable if we didn’t do it this way,” I say, as we walk into the penthouse of the hotel I just bought for Jade. I put my old apartment in the kids' names. Just in case they need or want a place to escape to when they are older, besides I just couldn’t part with it, so I figured I’d leave it to our children.
“Caspian has Presley and O, Jade is on her way up,” Dario states, and I smirk. Spade, on the other hand, looks terrified. He knows she’s going to lose it.
“Don’t look so frightened,” I say to Spade, who answers me with a flip of the bird, making me and Dario chuckle.
“Fuck you guys, I’d like to see tomorrow if you don’t mind. Jesus,” he seethes as the door swings open to a screaming Jade, pounding on Russell's back, cursing up a storm. He plops her down on the chair in the middle of the room. Her eyes narrow as she rears back, punching him in the dick. He falls to his knees, and she jabs him in the nose. He grunts as blood pours from his nostril, and I laugh. Her eyes snap to mine as the three of us enter the room, helping Russell from the floor.
“What the fuck?” she yells as Dario takes Russell and leads him out of the room. “You set me up? You fucking pricks!” she fumes, and Spade points at me.
“It was his idea; don’t kill me,” he whines, and I shake my head.
