Page 20 of Bedlam
“I can’t wait to put a bullet in his fucking head.” I say, walking to the elevators.
“Agreed, it will be a day of celebration when The Aces are finally dead. But Dalton’s demise might happen sooner considering he’s been playing our fathers.” Spade says as we climb into the elevator.
“Wait, what?” I say. When the fuck did this information come about.
“After finding out Jade was dead, I went back to find you, and The Aces were there. I punched Dalton in the face and found out that our dads, excluding Dalton, did not send us to the Academy to kill Jade. That was all Dalton.
Our fathers said killing her would be pointless, which opens a whole other can of worms, because I feel so out of the loop. I thought us killing her was an order straight from The Aces, not fucking Dalton, which in retrospect came from Jay. So once he’s out of here, we need to find out the truth.” He spills. and I feel like I might as well let him in on a little truth.
“I knew we were here to kill her, but there’s something else.” I confess, and his eyes widen as the elevator doors open. We step out and exit the hospital, knowing we can’t speak anymore inside of there, or anywhere, until we get in the car.
Climbing in, I start the car and he lights up a joint.
“Well, fill me the fuck in, why don’t you.” He says, taking a pull off the joint and passing it to me. Taking a deep pull, I pass it back to him and get us on the highway back to Jades.
“We already know that your father wants an heir, same as mine. Well, apparently Dalton’s been running his own game. Again, I don’t know what is so special about Jade, or what power she holds, but you and I were sent to get her pregnant.” I confess and he shakes his head, continuing to smoke the joint.
“What in the actual fuck, man?” he says and I shrug.
“So many questions left unanswered.” I say and he shakes his head.
“Nothing ever makes fucking sense.” He coughs as he blows out the rest of the smoke.
“Indeed, brother. Indeed.”
Hours later, I’m arriving back at hell. I don’t want to be here, let alone lay my head on any fucking pillow in this house.
I climb the stairs to our bedroom and strip for a shower. Standing under the spray, I take a deep breath and think about the green-eyed beauty who will forever haunt my dreams.
My cock stirs as I think about when she and I first had sex in the library. The way her pussy held my cock so tightly. Fuck, what I’d give to have her here right now, on her knees for me, like I’ve fantasized since day one. Except she’s not here and I don’t know where she is. I refuse to believe she’s gone, no matter what Spade has said,or the bullshit taunts Marsela has spewed at me. I need answers and I need them now, but my cock has other plans as it twitches between my legs.
I take a hold of it, squeezing tightly as I slowly stroke myself, feeling my hand glide over my piercings. I shiver as I stroke faster, thinking of Jade on her knees looking up at me with hunger in her eyes. She always knew how to satisfy my beast.
Stroking harder, I groan thinking about the time she sat on my face and squirted down my chin. Remembering the way her pussy rippled above me. How her thighs clamped over the sides of my head. Fuck.
I lean against the wall with my eyes closed, picturing all the moments we had together, all the times I made her cum, and how good she made me feel. Squeezing harder, I jerk my fucking cock fast, needing to cum so fucking hard to the thought of her. But then the door creaks open and the memories vanish. I let go of my aching cock and grab the soap.
“Lover, I didn’t hear you come home. Need any help in there?” She asks. Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard.
“No, I’m just about done. I have some things to do tonight. Are you good by yourself?” I ask, praying my calmness gets me what I want.
“Yes, I’m going out for the night. Is that alright?” She says and my heart kicks up.
“Sure, go out and have a great time. I should be back before the sun rises.” I say excitedly, hoping my new found attitude is believable. I hear her heels clicking as she exits the bathroom and I let out the breath I was holding. Shutting the water off and stepping out, I grab a towel to dry off, wrapping it around my waist as I exit the bathroom.
Stopping in my tracks, I blink once, twice, three fucking times to make sure what I’m seeing is real. Marsela has her back to me and her black hair curled down her back. She’s wearing a red leather jacket and black jeans with boots. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought she was Jade.
I clear my throat and she spins, smiling at me. I do a double take, looking at her face. She’s wearing green fucking contacts and her makeup is simple with black eyeliner, mascara and red lipstick.Is this some kind of sick joke?
“Are you going to say how nice I look?” she asks, and I blink.What the fuck? Where did her Albanian accent go? Am I dreaming?
“Um–.” I can’t even get the words out as she waltzes over to me, just how Jade would, and runs her stiletto nails up my bare chest to my chin.
“Awe, cat got your tongue, Lover?” She giggles and I slap her hand away.
“This isn’t funny. Marsela.” I finally say, because it’s not. It’s sick. This woman needs fucking help.
“Isn't this what you want, baby? I can be her. All you have to do is say it.” She whispers and I shake my head.