Page 43 of Bedlam

“Fuck, Jade. Cum on my cock, Gra. I need to feel you tighten around me, baby.” He growls, slamming in and out of me roughly as he grips my hips, leaving fingerprints in his wake. I tighten around him as my orgasm hits me like a goddamn freight train and I gush around his length.

“Fuck, fuck. Don’t stop. Harder, Kane!” I command and he flips me over, gripping my hair and pulling my head back as he continues to fuck my cunt at a brutal pace.

“I’m going to cum so fucking hard.” He roars before he’s pulling out, spilling his load all over my ass. I plop on the bed, taking a deep breath. The need to run is crawling over my skin as I suddenly feel guilty for sleeping with him. Like I did something wrong, but I don’t know why that is. He steps away, walking to his bathroom, and I grab my shit and hightail it out of his room, running down the hallway to mine.

Once inside, I slam the door and lock it behind me as I slide to the floor with my head in my hands. Tears stream down my face and I don’t understand why.Why do I feel so fucking guilty?

Getting up from the floor, I take a quick shower and get into bed, being over the day. Sleep comes quick as those same three men flood my dreams like they do every night.

The next morning I wake to pounding on my door. I throw my blanket over my head in hopes the pounding will stop and whoever it is on the other side will go the fuck away, but the lock disengaging has me rolling my eyes.I swear to god if that’s Kane I’m going to stab him in the throat.Heavy footsteps enter the room and I take a deep breath before tossing the blanket to the side and seeing who graced me with their presence.

“Good morning, child. Time to get up and get your ass downstairs. It seems while I was away, you and Kane decided it was okay to play in the cage. That was against direct orders for the boss and her second in command to fight.” He states and my eyes widen.

“Second in command? What the fuck, Flynn?” I say, and he raises a brow.

“Watch it Jade, and yes, Kane is your second.” He repeats, like I’m the dumbest person in the room.

“Ya know, Dad, if you would’ve told me these things, maybe things wouldn’t happen that go against order. This is your faultfor keeping secrets.” I accuse and he raises his hand to shut me up.

“Well, I’m here now to clear those things up.” He says and I roll my eyes.

“Little late, don’t you think?” I say and he laughs.

“Better late than never. I hear he informed you about John and D’mitri.” He states and I nod.

“Sure did. It should’ve come from you, but here we are.” I say, throwing my hands up as I climb from the bed.

“It’s true. Jade, there’s so many things I need to tell you. So instead of training with Kane today,meet me in my office in ten. Get dressed and we will talk over breakfast.” He says and I huff.

“Fine. But no more lies, no more secrets. I need to know everything, no matter what my reactions are. I need you all to stop underestimating me. Kane found that out first-hand last night.” I say with a smirk, and he laughs.Laughing looks good on him. He’s always so serious, always all business.

“I heard, and between me and you, I’m proud.” He says with a smile. I smile back as he leaves the room for me to get dressed. Being here is so fucking weird. I really hope whatever he tells me next, doesn’t make me lose my shit. I need to remember who the fuck I am and that I can handle everything and anything that comes my way.

Hours later, I’m sitting back in my room, a complete fucking mess. I wouldn’t show them how truly broken I felt afterall the information was dumped on me today. I won’t give a single one of them the satisfaction of knowing how destroyed I am.

D’Mitri is a rat for the Russians? Russian royalty at best, and he raped me, in which I killed him with a man named Jameson, who Flynn is not fond of. Slim came during Thanksgiving with a G-Wagon from Flynn because he was proud that I killed D.How fucking crazy is that.I tried to kill the three guys I wasapparently dating.One of them-I think his name is Reid- he’s from the cartel. He found a shipment of kids belonging to Kayla's parents which we took care of and one of the little girls who was then killed was Irish.Hence the tattoo.

Me and Reid were here not long ago to give her an Irish wake and I do not remember a single second of it. Then there’s a third guy. Italian mobster named Dario, who, come to find out, is the guy I kicked out of Fight Night for killing his opponent.That’s all I remember of them.I also don’t remember the fucking Pakhan coming for me, shooting up the Academy and taking me, let alone forcing me to kill the man who raised me.

Bile rises from my throat and I haul ass to the bathroom, spilling my guts into the toilet. Taking a deep breath, I get up and rinse my mouth out with mouthwash and climb back into bed.

How the fuck do I not remember anything?

Oh, and the kicker? Kayla and Ryker have a son who was taken by the Senator, who is that guy Jameson’s father. I didn’t even know my twin brothers were dating my best friend.This is a fucking mess.

He also told me about Ryker being in the hospital and Ryder missing and I damn near lost my shit, but he said they were both fine and safe, so that put my mind at ease. He still won’t give me a phone because he doesn’t want someone to track my whereabouts just yet. He wants me safe first and to see if the bounty on my head disappears if I’m not in the states.

I just want my old life back. All of this is too much for me.

My memory being gone and now training to take over? I’m not ready, but Flynn isn’t making this easy on me either.Is this a test to see how much bullshit I can take before I crumble?I’ll never show defeat, even looking death straight in the eyes.

I’ll rise like a Phoenix in the ashes. I’ll be the queen they need, but for tonight and tonight only, I let myself fall.

thirty

All Alone

Dario