Page 65 of Bedlam

“Then you both get carted away after Kayla comes in running her fucking mouth about how we should let Jade die. How am I supposed to think clearly when all the people I love are either fucking dying or not here? Huh? You tell me, you fucking selfish prick.” Spade yells, pushing him again.

“You should’ve been fucking smarter than to listen to the Irish prick who sleeps with the fucking enemy. Jesus Christ.” He spits, then spins on me.

“And you. What the fuck were you doing this entire time?” he shouts, his chest moving up and down quickly.

“I can’t say where I was. It’s not for everyone to fucking know, but I was there while you were in surgery until I was knocked out and kidnapped. I didn’t know he was told that she was dead untilalmost two days later. So get off it.” I growl, shaking my head at him.

“Fine. So everyone but me, knew Jade was gone, which is what you were both getting at when I woke up. Then what?” Jameson asks.

“When I got back here, Ryder pulled a gun on me and we had a conversation. Which one thing led to another, and those things kept happening, and over the course of a month, feelings grew and here we are.” Spade says, lighting up another joint.

“There’s still plot holes, people. Can we just put everything on the fucking table from the beginning?” Jameson states, but I shake my head.

“There are things I want to tell Jade alone. If you can’t accept that, then that’s too fucking bad.” I say and he nods.

“Fine,” he says, but turns back to Spade, “You and I aren’t finished yet. I got something for you, but it can wait until later,” he says, and I can only imagine what the fuck it means.

Taking a deep breath, I pick up the cane and go sit by Jade again as we wait for the food to arrive. She didn't even tell us what she ordered and I don’t really care. I’m not even hungry. I just want to take my girl away and tell her the truth.

forty-five

Fucked In The Ass With No Lube

Jameson

The intercom dings letting us know we have a visitor. Spade checks the cameras and sees it's our food. Taking a gun from the hallway closet, he makes his way outside with Ryder on his tail. I never thought Spade would actually admit to his feelings, let alone admit that he’s attracted to men. But here we are. Does it hurt that he found someone else and I’ve been pushed to the side? Yes, it does, but it's not just about him and I. Our dynamic was only heightened because of Jade. She knows people are just vessels for me. A body to sink my dick into, except for her and him, and now he’s got a whole boyfriend. So, where does that leave me? I look over at Jade and narrow my eyes at her. This is her fault. If she would’ve told him no, that he had to choose, none of this shit would be going on.

Walking over to her, I snatch her little ass up, throw her over my shoulder, and take us to the dining room. I don’t make it allthe way when the sight before mehas me stopping in my tracks. “What the fuck?” We both say in unison as I spin her around.

“Ugh, Caveman. If you don’t stop spinning me, I’m going to throw up. Put me down. You’re hurting my stomach, which isn’t helping my nauseousness.” She says, pounding on my back as I place her down on the hospital bed.

“What the fuck have we missed? Why is this room set up like this?” I say and she shakes her head.

“Ask your buddies, I got here a couple of days ago and they were pretty fucking comfortable in my house.” She says and my eyes narrow.

“Wait, where the fuck were you? I thought we both were in the hospital. My father showed me a video of you sleeping in the room.” I say and her eyes widen as she curses underneath her breath.

“Kane!” She shouts and I growl.

“Chill out, just trust me.” She says as Kane walks into the room.

“Get my father on the line please.” I order and he steps out to place the call.

“Your father? He’s dead.” I say, but she shakes her head.

“The father who raised me is, but my biological father isn’t.” She says as my eyes narrow in confusion. Kane walks in, handing Jade his phone.

“You there?” she asks, and the voice who replies has my brows hitting my forehead.

“Aye Chisler. What’s wrong? Everything okay?” Flynn asks with his thick Irish accent.

“Did the execution go to plan?” She asks.What fucking execution?

“Aye, it’s done.” He simply replies.

“Was he there from the time I arrived until I woke up?” She asks as everyone is now joined in this one room.

“He didn’t return until after you were awake. Why, what is going on?” He asks, a slight panic in his voice.