“Hate on my style all you want.” He grabs his junk. “My shit shoots just fine.”
“Good to know. Because if it didn’t I’d have to hire a new trainer.”
“You won’t need one after tonight.” He smiles coyly.
I involuntarily grimace. Jett’s eyes soften.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that,” I snap.
“Like what?” His eyes widen. Like he doesn’t know.
“Like you feel sorry for me or something.”
“False accusation. You’re an asshole scumbag who doesn’t deserve an ounce of pity.”
Man, ain’t that the truth. I glance at the security feed. The mansion is quiet. No one is around. All the girls are preparing, Ellie is sleeping, and Javier is lurking.
It’s the calm before the storm.
“Since we’re on the subject,” Jett probes. “Are you going to be able to handle whatever happens after the shit goes down?”
Probably not.
“I’ll have to, won’t I?” I look over at him. He’s dressed in a light blue V-neck shirt and tight white pants. His normal attire.
“She may forgive you.” Jett slips that in there.
“Would you forgive me?” I counter.
“Well, that’s not a fair question, is it? No one knows you better than me. And knowing what I do, I would say hell no. And tell you to fucking die.”
I glare at him. “Is this supposed to be a pep talk? Because it sucks. “
“Ellie doesn’t know all your dark corners. She may take pity on you.” He paces in front of my desk. “After a shitload of spoiling and groveling on your part of course. Are you man enough to handle that? You prideful jackass?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. Probably. If it means I get to keep her.” I cross my arms and brood.
“We both knew this life wasn’t going to last forever.”
“Yes we did,” I sigh.
“Maybe she’ll forgive you.” He reiterates.
“Maybe pigs will fly and your dick will breathe in those pants.”
“Hater.”
“Dream on. Speaking of Ellie?”
“Already covered.” Jett raises his hand to halt my sentence. “Your jaw is going to drop.”
“Oh really?” I cock an eyebrow.
“Yup. It’s your last night together. Thought I’d make it special.”
“Well aren’t you just my fairy fucking godfather in heinously ugly skinny jeans.”
“You’re just jealous you can’t pull them off.”
