Page 67 of Bedlam
“We were originally sent here to kill you. Spade and I are our dads enforcers. Jameson is his father’s puppet, just as equally as lethal and dangerous as we are. Dalton sent us here to specifically kill you. Armando and Esteban sent us on other orders that we weren’t truly clear on until recently.” He says and I gasp.
“You wanted to kill me? Is this all a ruse? Have I been sleeping with the enemy this whole time?” I say in a panic, ready to grab my pistol and end this all.
“No, no. I knew the moment I laid eyes on you, there was no way I could go through with the orders. There’s still so much to tell you that you can’t remember, but I don't know where to start with it all, but what I do know is I need to explain about Marsela. Before you lost your memories, we were in rocky shape.” He says and I nod, taking a deep breath.
“Keep going.” I say, and he smiles.
“You, my little kitten, tried to kill us in your club's warehouse after you went nuts and spiraled on snow white. You were notin a good place after what D’mitri did and all the information you found out. Some of which being that we killed your mother, which is now complete bullshit and I still don’t understand.” He says holding his head.
“Wait, I was under the impression that the three of you killed my mother?” I say and he nods.
“Yes, the Halloween dance, you were sent a video of the murder. The three of us were thirteen and were forced to kill your mother, along with ours.” he admits and my eyes widen.
“That’s some heavy fucking shit.” I say and he grabs my hand, giving it a squeeze.
“Between all of us, everything has been fucking heavy. But it’s only when we're together with you, do we feel whole again.” He admits. Damn, there really is so much I don’t know and my brain is ready to spin any moment.
“So I tried to kill you all? And then what?” I ask.
“You left us in a burning building with Spade chained to the ceiling. So, after you walked away, I declared to be done with you and I signed the contract to marry another woman.” He confesses and my heart jumps in my chest.
“Wow, I really made a fucking mess. What the fuck is wrong with me? If I loved you guys so much, why would I want to kill you all?” I say as tears form in my eyes.
“Jade, you were coked out of your mind, Jameson said you were shooting up, too. You were not in the right headspace.” He says, which isn’t good enough for me. It’s just another excuse of my own destruction.
“Don’t make it sound easy, Dario. I’m a mess. I’ve always been a mess. Don’t make excuses for my destruction and hurt. How can any of you still want me?” I ask, but he grabs my face, cupping my cheeks, forcing me to look up at him.
“Because we fucking love you. No matter how much shit has gone on, and how much we have all hurt one another, we fuckinglove you, and not a thing in this world is going to separate us from you.” He whispers, brushing his lips against mine.
“But you’re marrying someone else.” I say as I let the tears drop.
“No, I’m not. That psycho bitch had something to do with your memory loss and she went nuts trying to be you. She dressed up like you and was killed right before you came home.” He confesses.
“Jesus, she was that obsessed?” I ask, and he nods.
“She-she raped me a few times. Had men hold me down and do things to me, things I’m not ready to say out loud just to get my dick hard for her. She wanted an heir so bad that she took extreme measures to get exactly what she wanted.” He says, his eyes cast down like he’s ashamed of himself.
Bringing my hands up to his scruffy face, I make him look at me as I rub my cheek along his short beard before pulling away.
“Never be ashamed of your trauma. She’s lucky she’s already dead because I would’ve loved to do that for you.” I say, and he grins.
“Oh yeah? You’d kill a bitch for me, Kitten?” He says and I nod.
“Absolutely. Never question that, Dario.” I say, and he smiles.
“That’s not all,” he says and I shake my head, raising my brow.
“She was pregnant with twins. I’m not sure how true it is. But her family is blaming me for her murder, which I didn't do. So that's the reason I’ve been walking with a cane. They jumped me and beat the shit out of me. It was fucking ridiculous.” He says and I pull him closer to me as I place a soft kiss on his neck, causing his body to litter with goosebumps.
“And the flesh wound?” I ask as he shudders, looking up in his eyes, he pleads with me, but I need to know.
“Tell me, and I’ll tell you anything you need to know about Ireland.” I say but he shakes his head.
“You were gone, I was stuck in the contract and I wanted out. I wanted to be with you, and if you were dead, then I was too. So I took your pistol to my head and pulled the trigger, except for some odd reason the chamber was jammed. Spade walked in at the right moment and shot me which caused me to drop the gun and it finally shot into your bed.” He says as my heart drops out of my chest and tears pour from my eyes.
“Hey, I may not fucking remember you, but the heart beating in my chest doesn’t ever want to hear that shit again. I’m glad Spade was here to save the day because it would kill me to arrive home and never get to know who you were.” I say, brushing my lips against his as he wipes my tears from my cheeks. He deepens the kiss, laying me on my back as he sucks my lips into his mouth.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him against me so I can feel how hard he is for me. He flexes his hips and slowly rocks against my core as he grips my hair, trailing kisses down the side of my neck. I moan, sinking my nails into his back.