“Fuck, Jagger,” I cry, so full all of a sudden. Like this he’s so deep.
He brings his hands up to either side of my face and stares right into my eyes. “Who owns this pussy?”
“What?” I murmur, my eyes rolling back in my head as I try and take his brutal fucking.
“Who fucking owns you, flower?”
“You,” I cry, knowing this is about more than him and his brothers owning me. He needs the control back, he needs to be the one in charge so he doesn’t have to deal with the horrible pain of when he wasn’t and it nearly cost him his life. He’s so messed up, but it only makes me fall for him more, because instead of brushing me off today, he let me in. And him saying he owns me is as close as he will ever be to telling me he loves me, and you know what, I think I prefer it. I smirk back at him. “You own me, Jagger, and I own you.”
His lips drop to mine, and he kisses me savagely, the two of us tumbling down a rabbit hole of messed-up pleasure together. I have no idea how I ended up here in this twisted world, falling for all of them. All I know is I never want to leave.
Jagger’s shrill ringtone pierces the air. He pulls back from me just slightly to see who’s calling. “Fuck,” he mutters, his attention coming back to me. “Don’t fucking move.”
“How can I?” I pull on the restraints.
“This better be fucking important, Mal,” he grumbles into the phone.
“You wanted a fatality head count as soon as we could manage it,” I hear his brother say down the line.
His eyes come to mine, the haunted look back in them. “Go on.”
“Twelve. Two Serpents with bullets in the head, the rest innocents, caught up in the fire.”
Innocents. My eyes cloud with tears. What a disaster.
Jagger’s forehead creases. “Leone?” he snaps.
“He must have escaped,” Mal mutters.
My skin goes all clammy, and I really wish I wasn’t tied to Jagger’s bed right now. I didn’t think I wanted to hear he was dead, but maybe I did. When we got home last night, an overwhelming calm had come over me, knowing he was gone and I didn’t have to fight my family over marrying him anymore. I know that makes me an awful person, but I can’t handle this any longer.
“Find him. Someone must have seen him leave and who got him out of there. That place is riddled with our cameras.”
“All destroyed within minutes of the fire starting. The Serpents and whoever else was working with them were ready for us.”
“The location wasn’t announced until half an hour before the fight,” Jagger snips back.
“They knew. Just like they knew which of our men to disguise themselves as. We can’t trust anyone in our organization right now.”
A chill comes over me. This has my brother written all over it. They said he was out of the country fixing up some mess, but he has other people to do that shit for him. “He’s not going to stop until he gets what he wants,” I mutter.
Jagger’s eyes come back to me, dark and enraged. “Anything new, let me know.” He disconnects the call, throwing his phone. He paces the room, a hand running through his hair.
“Untie me, Jagger,” I ask, feeling way too vulnerable tied to his bed when he is about to lose his shit.
“I want to know every fucking last detail about your family’s organization.”
“What?” I stare back at him. “They didn’t tell me shit, Jagger. I’m a girl,” I murmur back, not liking where he’s going with this.
His knee hits the comforter, and he leans over me, our eyes locking as he scrutinizes my face.
“I’m not lying, Jagger. If I knew anything that could help, you think I wouldn’t tell you? I want this shit to stop as well. I want you all safe.”
He turns away from me, staring at his wall. “I believe you.”
“Maybe it’s time you let me talk to them, work this out?” I suggest. I know he hated the idea last night when I brought it up, but maybe now he’ll listen to me.
“Your family doesn’t respect you. Talking to them will only cause more trouble.”
