Page 7 of Reign
“Maybe she will get horny enough and let us—”
“Baby ears, Reid,” he reminds me, and I zip my lips as we walk out of the elevator, through the living room, and into the kitchen where Jay is standing in front of the stove.
“Ah shit. What are you making?” I ask as he whips around with a plate of pancakes. “I’m glad they aren’t burnt.” I grin, and he raises a brow.
“There’s a bottle in the warmer for you,” he tells me, nodding towards the counter by the sink.
“Thanks. Are you trying to suck up to our wife so she doesn’t make you get in the ring with her?” I laugh, setting Prince down in his swing since he’s still asleep. Pressing the button, the machine comes to life and slowly swings my little man.
“No, I’m looking forward to it. Listen. I’m sorry for the night the Monster came out. I didn’t mean to hurt her or anyone else for that matter. You know I'd never do anything to harm you guys or our kids,” he admits, and I nod as he walks towards the fridge, opening it, and grabbing a syringe from the drawer.
“Which one is that?” I question as he raises his arm and plunges the pink liquid into his neck. He stumbles a bit before grabbing onto the counter and letting out a deep breath. I walk over to him as he hands me the syringe, and I discard it in the wastebasket beside us.
“It’s the antidote that I’m going to perfect and call ‘Viscous Anti’. It seems to keep the Monster at bay. But, Spade, if this prick ever shows his face again, you grab Devil's Juice, the gray one in there, and slam it into my chest. It will take me out of the hallucination immediately. Then you take the pink one and sink it into my neck. So far, it’s been working. I just need to figure out the chemical compounds and see what exactly is in them that had me like that. Dalton had too much power over me, and it sickens me knowing this has been going on my whole life. If it weren’t for all of you, I might not be here right now becauseof him,” he admits, and I wrap my arms around him, squeezing him tightly.
“I’m so happy you are back, brother. It’s not the same without you. I hope you know that, Jay. We need you,” I tell him, and he hugs me back before letting me go.
“I’m still pissed at you,” he reminds me, then spins to look at Ri, who is cutting up pancakes for Hazel and Jaxon. “And you.” He points and D raises his head slowly to look at Jay. “You are lucky our kids are in the room, but later, since we have to go to the Mill, I want you in the ring against me. We have some shit to work out,” he states calmly, and Ri nods.Oh shit! This is about to get interesting.
“I got twenty on Jay,” I laugh.
“Nah, I got 1k on Zayn; he’s been working out,” Jade says, looking at us then the kids as she enters the kitchen in nothing but a band tee and shorts. Adjusting my hardening cock, I grab her by the waist and press her against the fridge, slamming my lips against hers. She groans into my mouth as I swirl my tongue around hers, and then I pull away.
“Good morning, Babygirl.” I smirk, and she smiles, then rolls her eyes.
“Remember there’s little ears in the room that don’t know the truth,” she whispers, pushing me away. Nodding, Jay opens the oven, taking out a cookie sheet of bacon, and placing it on the cooling rack.He says he's not sucking up, but one way to our wife’s heart is with bacon.I laugh, shaking my head at him as he makes her a plate and hands her a cup of coffee before kissing her forehead and murmuring something in her ear that has her eyes lighting up.Knowing Jay, it was either something dirty or violent. You never know with him.
Jade walks around the room greeting the kids before stopping beside Dario.Ah shit, here we go.He looks over at her with a raised brow as she takes a sip of her coffee.
“Yes, Kitten?” But she doesn’t reply, just stares at him, making him growl. She laughs and goes to sit next to Jaxon.
“After breakfast, you guys are going to spend the day with Aunt Ophelia. How does that sound?” she asks, and Jaxon fist pumps the air in excitement.
“Yes, Mama that sounds great. I’ll help take care of Hazel and Prince, like the big boy I am,” he tells her, and she smiles, running her fingers through his dark hair. Ryder steps into the room fully dressed in his cut. Adjusting myself again discreetly, I clear my throat as he bends down to kiss Jade on her head, whispering something in her ear. She nods as he grabs a piece of bacon and then turns to leave.Nah, fuck that.I go after him, but Jade grabs my arm, stopping me.
“Give him some time,” she tells me, and I shake my head.
“Nope, not happening,” I say, leaving the kitchen just as the front door closes. Swinging it open, I step out into the cool morning air as the sun beats down on my skin.
“So that’s it? You’re just going to leave and not say a word to me?” I yell, and he spins.
“What's the fucking point, Reid? This just isn’t going to work anymore,” he states, and I take a step forward, crowding his space.
“You don’t fucking mean that, Ry,” I accuse, but he shakes his head.
“Yes, I do. This shit between us—I can’t do the lies, Reid. I just can’t. I’ve been lied to enough, and I thought you were the one person who was going to be real with me. But I was fucking wrong. I gotta go,” he says, turning away. But I grab his arm to stop him, and he rips it away. “Just stop, Reid!” he yells, but I can’t help myself. I don’t want to lose him, so I reach for his face, cupping it, and bring my lips to his. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and kissing me fiercely, almost as if it's the last time he will ever do it. I groan into his mouth, squeezing his face,deepening the kiss, trying to expel all my feelings into him so he knows how much I love him and want to fix my mistakes. But he pulls away, turning and walking to his bike. He throws his helmet on, starts the bike, and then looks up at me.
“Goodbye, Reid,” he says, looking away and riding down the driveway. My heart falls from my chest as tears form in my eyes.This can’t be goodbye. It just can’t. I’ll give him some time, and then I’ll fight for him. Just like I’ll do for Jade. They are both mine, and I’ll die before I ever let them go.
Jade
Fight Night
Pulling up at the Mill, I take a deep breath. The guys have been calling me non-stop since I left to drop the kids off at O’s, but I refused to answer them. They can track me, so I don’t understand the need to blow up my phone.
Shutting off the G-Wagon, I get out to see Dario stomping towards me with his hands clenched at his sides and a lethal facial expression. Before he crowds my space like the caveman he is, I rear back and let my fist fly, hitting him right in the cheek. His head snaps to the side from the impact but whips right back to me. He growls and smirks.
“Before you hit me again, let’s at least wrap your fucking hands,” he suggests, but I hit him again, square in the nose. The crunch underneath my knuckles feels like a Bitter Sweet Symphony. “Fucking Christ, woman,” he grits, rushing at me and tossing me over his shoulders. “You don’t get to hit me again until we are in the fucking ring!” he shouts, slapping my ass so fucking hard I wince.
