Page 54 of Bedlam

Hitting the last step, a white flash hits my vision and I grab onto the banister as I see myself in the kitchen with Dario as he makes pancakes. I don’t look very happy at all and as fast as the flash hits; it disappears and my brother is standing in front of me with his eyes furrowed.

“You good Jade?” He says and I nod.

“Yeah, sometimes out of nowhere, I get flashes of my memory.” I admit, and he tilts his head at me.

“How do you know it’s your memory?” he asks, and I sigh.

“I had one earlier when I was in the shower with Dario and he confirmed it was a memory.” I say and he nods.

“That’s good. Hopefully they come back soon for their sake. I mean, I know you could never forget me.” he winks and I punch him in the arm.

“Never, little brother. How could I forget an annoying little gnat like you?” I sass and he laughs.

“Aye, I’m not annoying or a gnat. You take that shit back,” he chuckles as I take his hand, following as he leads me into the kitchen.

“Yeah, yeah. How’s Ryker? Did you let him know I was home?” I ask and he grunts.

“He will be here later tonight, Club shit. You know how it goes.” He says and that, I actually do know.Far too well.

“How’s that going?” I ask, but he shakes his head.

“Another time. I don’t want to worry you with bullshit that is out of our hands. Let’s celebrate your homecoming.” He smiles as we step into the kitchen. My eyes widen at the spread they have out. All the breakfast fixin’s a girl could ask for. Then they travel to the boys my brain forgot but my heart stutters for. Both of them shirtless in sweatpants, comfortable as ever, with their abs and muscles on display. Fuck my life. I stare a little too long at Spade and my brother elbows me in the ribs.

“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” He says, and my eyes snap up to his.

“Don’t give me that look. Sharing is caring, little big sister.” He chuckles as we both take in the man standing across the island who finally noticed we were there. His eyes widen at us as a blush creeps up his cheeks.Well, ain't this interesting.

“Can you both stop looking at me like that? Jesus Christ.” He says, and I smirk. Before I can say anything, another flash of white hits my vision and I see all of us standing in the living room with a blonde man shaking my brother's hand as a headless body lays on my dining room table. His chest completely opened. Looking down at my own hands, they’re soaked with blood. The flash hits again causing me to sway, but strong hands wrap around me, whispering gently in my ear.

“Kitten, are you okay? Was it another vision?” he asks as my stomach starts to flip, but I take a deep breath and nod my head.

“Yes, but can someone tell me who was headless on my table?” I ask and they laugh.

“D’mitri.” Ryder confesses and I gasp. Not being able to remember is seriously fucking killing me.

“Do I even want to know?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“Do you think you could even stomach it? It’s not a pretty story filled with skittles and rainbows. It was fucked up what he did to you, and luckily The Carver saved the day,” he informs and I gasp again. Dario still hasn't let me go and for some reason I’m okay with that. I lean back into his warmth as his lips graze the back of my neck, making me shiver.

“Wait a damn minute. How did The Carver save the day? What the fuck? Someone better start explaining.” I demand and they all laugh.

“This is not funny. Why was a serial killer in my house?” I shout and they still continue to laugh at me, until Spade looks at me and smirks.

“Babygirl, The Carver is your other boyfriend. Jameson is The Carver.” He says, smiling as I swallow thickly.

“And the plot thickens.” I say, shaking my head.

“Yeah it does. It’s so fucking cool.” Ryder says in fascination.

“Of course you would think it's cool. I, on the other hand, don't know what to think, but I guess we will see soon enough.” I admit and they laugh.

“Oh, you will. Jameson is something else. Brace yourself for him because he isn’t going to be happy that you don’t remember him.” Dario whispers, and I take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, if I could get my memories back I would, but it seems being around you guys keeps triggering them, so only time will tell.” I say, spinning in his arms. His eyes twinkle with mischief as he takes me in. I wish he would kiss me again and help me remember, but my stomach grumbles. He looks down at my belly and takes a step back.

“Time to eat,” he says with a smirk, and I’m not sure if he’s talking about food or me as he licks his lips.Fucking Christ. Irub my thighs together to relieve some of the ache but it does absolutely nothing but make it worse. This damn piercing.

“Oh, and who the fuck pierced me?” I say, spinning around as I grab a plate and start filling it with pancakes, bacon and fruit.