Page 66 of Bedlam
“We might have another rat in our rank. I’ll get back to you shortly.” She says and the line goes dead. She begins to rub her temples like she’s trying to relieve a headache.
“I need these fucking memories to come back because I’m missing a huge puzzle piece.I have a feeling Flynn got it wrong and it’s not the Russians O’cleary was working for, it’s the fucking Aces.” She spits.
“Wait a second. Hold the fuck up, Siren. You mean to tell me this entire time, I was fucking the Irish Queen and, and you know about The Aces?” I shout, completely stunned. The others all have their hands covering their mouths like this is some kind of joke. For once I’m the last to know.
“Yes, Caveman. That’s exactly right.” She smirks as Spade takes the bag of chinese food into the kitchen, setting everything out buffet style.
Placing my hand out, Jade takes it, scooting off the bed. We head into the kitchen to finally eat, but the minute Spade opens up the beef with broccoli, Jade is hightailing to the bathroom. Dario goes after her and I sit down and plate me up some food while I think. A few minutes later they come out and I raise a brow at her.
“When was the last time you had your period?” I ask as I take a bite of my food, and the whole room goes silent.
“Fuck you.” She says, running up the stairs.
“Really Jay? Can’t we have one night of peace. Jesus Christ.” Spade says, shoveling his mouth with food.
“I’ll go talk with her. Just save us some food.” Dario says, taking his cane and following her.
Me and my big mouth are always ruining a good thing.
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My stomach is in knots from the smell of the food, and I don’t understand why I don’t feel good. Then Jameson had to open his mouth, which has my wheels turning and unfortunately, I can’t remember for the life of me when I had my period last.
It’s been a long day, and now that big mouth is home, Spade seems to be stressed the fuck out with everything. I just want to snuggle him and tell him it will be okay, but he needs to figure this out with the men in his life.
Sitting in my bed, in nothing but a red tank top and a matching thong, I wait for Dario to be done in the shower. I wanted to join him, but he declined, needing a minute to himself before we sit and talk. I’m hoping it’s something I can handle because I really want to feel him tonight. I want them all at the same time, but I know he’s been wanting time alone together, and that’s fine by me. I’m so attracted to the three of them. It's borderline out ofcontrol. I just wish I could remember more than just snippets of mute memories. I want to feel all the things. Not saying they all aren’t trying, I just wish it would happen already so I’m not constantly trying to put half ass puzzle pieces together.They never seem frustrated with me, though. I think it's more of a me thing.
Then we have the situation with Slim, Kayla and the IRA.Too much shit going on for me to concentrate on just one fucking thing.The bathroom door opening, with steam billowing out, takes me out of my thoughts as I watch Dario enter the room in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, and fuck if my mouth doesn’t water at the sight of him.
“Eyes up here, Kitten,” he smirks and my cheeks flame for being caught.Jesus Christ.
“Can’t help it, Big Man.” I grin, trying to hide my embarrassment.
“Don’t look at me like that. I need to explain something to you and you’re making it really fucking difficult not to sink my hard cock into you. So please. Let me tell you this shit, and then we will go from there.” He pleads and I huff.
“Why do I have a feeling I’m not going to like this?” I question and he laughs, walking over to the closet to get dressed.Goddamnit I wanted a show, because this man has one fine ass on him. Sheesh.
“Jade, focus.” He smirks and I throw myself back on the bed.
“Well, you’re fucking distracting Dario. What do you expect me to do?” I say, covering my face with the pillow. I hear him chuckling as he crawls onto the bed, removing the pillow from my face. He leans down, placing a kiss on my lips before pulling away and sitting back against the headboard.
“Tease.” I accuse and he laughs.
“Damn, Kitten. I’ve missed you, but let’s get this over with.” He says as I sit up next to him.
Looking over at him, his eyes lock with mine and all I can see is sadness and hurt in them, then it disappears as he clears his throat.
“Long before I ever met you, my father, Armando, drew up a contract for me to be married to a woman named Marsela Abazi. The Albanian Queen.” He says, and I know exactly who he is talking about. I wonder if it's the same Armando from my mother’s journals.
“Okay, I know of her. Don’t like the bitch, but I know who she is.” I say as he shakes his head.
“Of course you don’t like her. Not many females you do like, or trust, but anyways. I never signed the contract until recently.” He says and my eyes widen.
“But I thought we were together?” I say and he takes a deep breath.