Page 6 of Dark Notes, Volume Two

Rope. Zip ties. A knife.

I’ll get her there no matter what it requires. Except drugs. I’ll never fuck up her life the way mine is. Anything else is on the table. This isn’t entirely about Jagger. He gave me the perfect excuse to take what I’ve always wanted.

Oh, sweet angel. I’m coming for you and this time, I will not take no for an answer.

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Chapter Three

JETT

I bang on her door, but she doesn’t answer, even though I know damn well she’s home. After paying the lady in the front office five thousand dollars for a key, she informed me that Mia is always home. She said she hadn’t seen her leave in months. How can that possibly be true? Mia is a fucking supermodel. She’s always on a plane, jetting from one place to another, so the lady’s claim seems impossible. I’m trying to be nice by knocking instead of simply letting myself in, but if she doesn’t answer, I will. Besides, even if I don’t use it today, the key may come in handy in the future. Mia may not know it yet, but she’s mine.

I knock one last time, while the old lady down the hall stares at me as if I’m the devil himself. She has no fucking idea.

After I flip her off, she huffs as she heads back into her apartment.

“Mia! It’s Jett Black, and I know you’re in there, so open the fucking door!”

She doesn’t answer as I continue banging my fist on her door.

“Mia! Open the goddamn door before I let myself in.”

“Go away!” Her voice is angelic even when she’s pissed off. It only increases my need to be inside with her or inside her. Either option is perfectly fine with me.

Fuuuck.

A single thought of fucking her nearly has me ready to come in my pants.

The stomping of her feet brings a smile to my face. Mia opens the door, places her hands on her hips, and stares at me, pure anger filling her gaze.

Jesus Christ. Pissed off is a good fucking look on her. Her blonde hair hangs down around her shoulders, over a perfect frame that I know she thinks holds too much weight now. It isn’t. Every curve she has developed begs ‌me to trace them with my tongue. It’s all stunning, but it’s her fucking eyes that take my breath away. A vibrant blue showing every emotion. The current one—fury.

“You’re going to Italy, Angel.”

She shakes her head and walks away from the door. I enter and close the door behind me. Her condo is modern and showcases the life of a model: art, sculptures, and expensive throw rugs.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

I sigh audibly as I stare at her.

“Your best friend needs you, and you are going. If I have to kidnap you, I will.”

Tilting her head to the side, her eyes fill with defiance. I’m not disappointed, I want her fight. Life has become predictable—even boring, but this-

I sigh audibly, the thrill of the coming fight traveling down my spine.

“Jett Black, you are not kidnapping me.”

I shake my head at her innocence. There are few things I’m truly not capable of.

“I will. And I promise you, if I do, you probably won’t be attending the wedding. Once I get my cock inside you, Mia, I’ll never want to leave.”

She rolls her eyes at me.

“Kidnapping and rape, Jett? Lovely.”

With a smirk I tell her, “I suggest you go pack your bag, Angel.”