Page 40 of Bedlam
“No, that doesn’t add up, but holy fucking shit.” He says excitedly, like he forgot the plot already.
“But she’s dead. There is nothing to be excited about other than I own this house and this is where we will live.” I say, and he shakes his head.
“I’m doing recon on Slim. I received an email with video footage of the hospital when she was brought in, but after you spoke with him, it goes blank and you never get to see if she left. But I may need Ryder’s help in being the bait.” Ri suggests as Ryder enters the room.
“I’m down to help.” He says and I stomp from the room, not okay with him being the bait.Is that jealousy because they have history or am I just being a dick?But fuck if this could bring us answers as to what happened to my wife.Fuck. that sounds so good coming from my lips.
My Wife. The Irish Queen.All hail the dead queen of the IRA.
twenty-eight
Underestimating A Queen
Jade
A week later….
Even after an entire week of being in Ireland, I still can’t believe I’m an O’Patrick. Like, that blows my fucking mind. Walking around this place, it feels so surreal that one day it will all be mine, and that thought alone makes me want to puke.
Flynn dropping that bomb on me and then leaving for a business trip fucked me all the way up. There’s still so many things I need to know, but Kane, this mother fucker points out every little thing I do wrong while the boss is away and I’m ready to gut the mother fucker.
Funny thing is, no one would stop me. They all know who I am, so Kane better run and hide because one of these days I’m going to fuck his shit up.
It’s just after dinnertime and I’m itching to do something. Flynn left instructions for me to start combat training and learnthe family business. I still don’t have a phone to call my dad or D’mitri and I know they must be losing their fucking minds.
Flynn said when he returns he will tell me all that I can’t remember, but he needs my mind strong enough to handle it. I haven’t had any more dizzy spells, thank god, but I’m constantly nauseous and dreaming of men I don’t know.
Sometimes, sleeping is a nightmare and my dreams feel so fucking real, but yet when I’m awake, I can’t put the puzzle pieces together. I have no idea why I would go into that fucking lake, let alone drown in it. It’s not like I don’t know how to swim. I think that’s what’s bugging me the most, all the missing pieces and the why’s.
Walking down the hallway of this huge house, I swing open Kane’s door without knocking, the mother fucker never knocks when he enters mine, so why should I show him any respect entering his.
Just this morning, he came barreling in without me noticing as I was masturbating. Being in this house all alone, with no one to scratch that itch is maddening, and ya girl has needs. The fucker just stood there and watched.
When I finally realized he was there, the look of want and need was written all over his face. I almost caved and did the unthinkable, but I came to my senses and chucked the vibrator at his head, screaming for him to get the fuck out. To say the least, I didn’t get to cum which brings me to my current mood. Hot and bothered with attitude.
Moans greet my ears taking me out of the thoughts from this morning and I smirk. Walking further into the room, I see he’s fully dressed, sitting on the couch with a girl bent over naked between his legs, a leash strapped around her neck eating another girl's pussy while he smokes a cigarette. I put my hand on my hip as I watch the girl, panting on the floor, ready toorgasm, but he pulls on the leash, causing the other one to move off her.
“Such a good little pet. How bad do you want to cum, Cara?” He rasps, his voice deep and husky.He’s turned on by the sight of them and it has me rubbing my thighs together.I clear my throat, not giving a fuck, and his eyes collide with mine.
“You want to join, Gra? I’d love to wrap leather around your pretty throat and make you beg for me.” He smirks and I roll my eyes.
“Hardly. You ready for training or am I going down by myself? You’re already late Madra.” I state, and his eyes narrow.
“Go start without me. I have something to finish.” He says, licking his lips as he takes me in.
“Don’t hurt yourself. That’s a lot for a little bitch like you to handle.” I grin and he growls, dropping the leash and standing. I take a step back, holding my hands up in surrender.
“See that rage, Madra. Channel that shit and match my energy down stairs. I’ll be waiting.” I laugh, exiting the room.I fucking love making him mad. He makes it so fucking easy.
Walking back down the hall to the elevators, I take it down to the bottom floor. Getting out, I’m instantly smacked in the face with the scent of sweat and rubber.
Entering the room, I walk over to the bench and unzip my hoodie, taking it off and placing it down. Picking up the strips of hand wraps, I wrap my hands and wrist like I’ve done a million times before, then tape them in place.
Before starting my workout, I pull my hair up in a tight bun and adjust my black leggings and sports bra, making sure my tits are secure while I train. Stepping onto the mats, I stretch my limbs and throw some punches and kicks, getting my body loose for what’s to come.
Rolling my shoulders and cracking my neck, I walk over to the bags and start my routine. I notice a few other soldiers inthe cage fighting one another as others place bets on who's going to win. I laugh because it brings me back to nights spent at The Mill.
A bright light hits my vision as I grab a hold of the bag to keep myself from falling, but there’s the man with the bicolored eyes again, standing in a cage opposite me as he steps up and circles me, saying things I can’t hear.