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Page 144 of Queen Of Clubs

“I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to leave them,” I cry, tears spilling down my face as my body starts to shake.

“Shhh.” He pulls me into his arms, wrapping them around me tightly. “Shhh. I got you, Darling. Everything is going to be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

“How?” I ask with a sniffle. “I’m not safe here. And I’m only going to cause more damage.”

“I need you to understand something right now,” he starts, pulling back enough to grip my chin and look me in my eyes. “We will never let you go. We will follow you to the ends of the earth, so if you're thinking about running, that taking yourself out of the equation will be the answer, think again. We will not let you run. We will not let you take the blame. Do you understand me?” he asks in a firm growl.

Too much of a mess to speak, I just nod my head.

“But... There is a big mess we need to clean up if we’re going to save their career. We won’t be able to do that while being worried about you. So, this is what I’m going to propose. You would be safe back at High Roller, right?” I nod my head. “We are not letting you go, Jade,” he says firmly. “But I think going back to High Roller until this is straightened out might be the best thing. As much as it kills me, I just want you safe.”

“They’re not going to let me go.”

“They’re not here right now,” he tells me. “They’re meeting with the PR manager. I was told to stay here and keep you safe. They’re going to fucking kill me.”

“Why?” I ask, brows furrowing.

“Because I’m about to sneak your ass to the airport and get you back to the US.”

My eyebrows rise and my heart beats so fast I feel like I’m going to pass out. How could everything go from perfect to hell in the blink of an eye.

An hour later, I’m at the airport, ready to board the plane. I’m crying so hard, I feel like I’m going to be sick.

“I love you,” I sob. “This isn’t over. Please, come back for me.”

“We will,” he promises, kissing me hard. “Nothing will keep us from coming for you. Knowing Zane, I don’t think it will be all that long, either. We will find out who posted that video, and we are working on getting it taken down. We will fix this. I promise. This isn’t the end of the guys’ career. Have faith, my Darling.”

We kiss like we’re never going to see each other again and a part of me dies as I board the plane. Calvin hired some personal security to not only get me back to the US safely, but to watch over me while I’m at the High Roller. Calvin called ahead to tell Travis I’m on my way back, and he said my room is waiting for me.

I want to be excited to see the girls again, but it’s impossible when I’m leaving my heart behind.

Chapter 40

Zane

I’m so fucking furious, so tightly wound that if someone even so much as fucking looks at me the wrong way, I will snap. And there's a good chance someone will get hurt, making this whole shit storm a hell of a lot worse.

We’ve spent the past two hours working with Jordan to try and see if we can clear some of this bullshit up.

It took everything in me not to lose my mother fucking mind, knowing that the whole fucking world has seen my omega naked. They’ve heard the sweet sounds she makes as she cums, along with the look on her face when she falls apart for her alphas. And that is unacceptable. Only we have the privilege to see her in that vulnerable state. And whoever sold that video to the media fucking violated all of our privacy.

Not to mention the fact that the whole world knows the guys and I are together now. We don’t care, we’re not ashamed, but this wasn’t how we wanted it to get out. It wasn’t something we ever felt the need to even tell people about.

What we do is our own business. Our relationship might not be conventional, but it’s what works for us. We liked it how it was. And again someone took that fucking choice away from us.

We don’t care what the world thinks about us—they can all go suck it for all I care, but what I do care about is my omega’s safety. That Chelsea-bitch is going to be hearing from my lawyer.

Calling my omega a gold-digger, the audacity. What she needs to do is get a real job and stop fucking with people’s lives as if we’re not human beings with fucking feelings.

As of right now, Jordan is doing what she does best, and all we can do is wait. As for the rest of the tour, it’s been cancelled. I don’t fucking care. Everyone can get their money back, and venues can pull out. What matters is my omega. It will always be about Jade.

And all I want to do now is to go back to our rental and pull her into my arms, to tell her we’re going to make sure everything is okay and that she has nothing to worry about.

Everett and Griffin get out of the car after me, their moods just as foul as mine. We just had the best few days of our lives with our omega, helping her through her heat and then life goes and throws another pile of shit at us.

I get it, being in this line of work isn’t easy; we’re constantly in the public eye, but why does everyone have to get in our business? We’re just fucking people. Just let us live and leave us the fuck alone.

“You okay?” Everett asks me, and I snort out a humorless laugh.




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