Page 4 of Reign
Looking back at Jade, her eyes look so tortured tonight, and I hate that I’m the cause of it. “Please don’t look at me like that. I’ll do anything to prove how sorry I am and that I’m not going anywhere ever again!” I plead.
“I’m not sure what you want me to say or how you expect me to feel other than angry! So for now, I just need time to think,” she says, and I nod, letting her go as she turns, pressing the code into the wall. The lock clicks and the door swings open to Jaxon, hand in hand with Hazel. I immediately drop to my knee and open my arms as Jaxon and Hazel both run into them. Wrapping my arms around both of my kids, my heart skips a beat and finally feels whole again. Inhaling deeply, I take in their scents and tears form in my eyes. I can’t help the emotions I feel deep within my soul that I’m finally home with my family. This is all I ever wanted.
“Zayn, we missed you,” Jaxon states, and my heart drops. I look up at Jade and she shakes her head. Swallowing thickly, I smile.
“Yes, little man. I missed you, too. Have you been a good boy for Mama and been helping her with your siblings?” I ask, and he smiles, lifting his arms to show me his muscles.
“Yeah, Zayn. I sure have. That was really scary. All those masked people. But I helped Mama and did exactly what she told me to. I'm a big boy now,” he says, wiggling his brows.
“Good job, Jaxon. I’m so proud of you,” I tell him as he walks away to hug Jade. Hazel places her hand on my face and smiles at me. I return one of my own and kiss her little cheeks, my beard causing her to giggle.God, I love that sound.
“Clean-up crew is here. How about we take the kids upstairs and go in the pool for a bit while they dispose of everything?” Jameson suggests.
“That’s fine. Where’s Spade and Ryder? Maybe they can go get pizza and work their shit out,” she says as Spade’s head peeks around the corner.
“Did someone say pizza?” He smiles, and I shake my head.
God, it’s so fucking good to be home.
Jade
Milk & Filled Holes
Later that night, I’m sitting up in bed, pumping after an awkward dinner. I can’t believe my father did all of this. In just a few hours, I’m going to call Ireland and give him a piece of my mind.I still can’t believe Kane knew. I could kill all of them.My mind is all over the place tonight. Spade is walking around like a lost puppy while Ryder ignores him. I know it's killing Spade to be ignored by the ones he loves, but I fucking need answers. Dario putting me in my place in the foyer isn’t enough. But what I don't like is—Jameson butting in like he has the right too.Not anymore.Not after what he did and what he put this family through. I can’t blame him entirely though. It's Dalton’s doing, but still.We can’t go on like this. Not when we have kids to take care of.
Then we have The Brotherhood. All this time, me and Spade thought they were a haven for trafficked kids, but we werewrong.Dead fucking wrong.The kids we saved are all sold. Sold to men and women to be used in the sex trade.It’s disgusting.They will never get their hands on my son. I don’t give a fuck if he’s a Pierce by blood. They will have to kill me before they ever lay a finger on his innocent skin.
My blood boils as I sit here, letting the machine pull at my sore nipples while the milk comes flooding out like a dam.I need to calm down. Maybe I should schedule a fight night to let out some of this pent-up energy.
A soft knock on my door startles me, and as it opens slowly, Dario peeks his head in.
“What?” I grit, and he steps inside, shutting it behind him.
“Still mad?” he asks as he takes his shirt off with one hand and tosses it into the laundry basket.
“Yes, I am still mad. What should I call you now? Dario or Zayn?” I ask, hoping my words piss him off. He walks to the dresser and bends down to grab a pair of sweats, then takes off his pants, throwing them roughly into the basket. He pulls the black cotton sweats over his legs and up his muscular thighs. I can’t help but lick my lips and smirk, knowing my words hit their mark.
“Kitten, you can be pissed at me all you want. But I’m home and I’m going nowhere,” he states, walking over to the bed and crawling between my legs.
“That still doesn’t answer the question,” I say, raising a brow.
“You know damn well what to call me,” he growls.God, I’ve missed this fucking man. I’ve missed him so fucking much.My heart squeezes in my chest at how much I just want to wrap my body around him and listen to his heart beat for me. I want to feel his warmth against my skin and feel his breath against my neck whispering all the dirty things he wants to elicit on my body. I want to spend the night wrapped up in him and not come down until the sun rises, and even then I never want him to go.I don’t even realize tears have fallen down my cheeks until he brings his hands up to my face, wiping them away.
“Jade, I’m so sorry I put you through all of this. I’m so sorry I lied and left you alone to deal with everything. I hated every second of it. Even more so when Spade would send me videos of you orgasming and riding his cock,” he growls, and I laugh.
“Serves you right!” I say, and he shakes his head.
“Even when I was gone, I stayed faithful. I never strayed. I even got into a bar fight, which your dad was not happy about. Kane saved my life that night too,” he tells me, and I just listen because if I don’t, I’m either going to cry or beat his ass.
“I’m so fucking angry with all of you. How do you expect me to forgive you? How can I trust you again? I buried you and our daughter. Yes, I had the others for support, but it wasn’t the same, Dario. I fucking needed you. And you were gone. Just like that. Gone.” I cry as the timer goes off on my phone. Pressing end, I shut the machine off and remove the cups and bottles from my breast.
“Please don’t cry, baby. I hate when you do that. Lemme help you?” he says softly, sitting up and reaching for the bottles.
“Just put them in the fridge. I’ll bag them up later,” I tell him, but he looks at me, raising his brow.
“Where are the bags?” he asks, and I point over to the dresser. He walks over and dumps the milk into a bag and brings the bottles to the sink for washing.
“I’ll do that later!” I yell, but he ignores me, coming out of the bathroom with a rag and clean bottles. He places them on the nightstand then takes the cloth and begins cleaning my nipples off. I can’t help but get turned on. Spade and Jamie have never helped me clean myself; they usually just take the milk and bring everything to the kitchen.
