JETT
I looked around the restaurant with what I could only imagine was an impressed, smug look on my face. Ebony had done what I’d wanted to accomplish for the past year in just a few minutes. She’d been ruthless with no hesitation whatsoever. She hadn’t killed her mother, but that was okay. I knew Adora-Lee from earlier years, and I felt no regret for harming her. She was a grade-A bitch. She had too much riding on her model-daughters’ careers to do anything to me. I’d promised to check up on her in a few days which had rattled her far more than her daughter shooting her.
Pulling out my cell, I dialed my clean-up crew. This would fall back on me which I honestly didn’t care about—I just couldn’t let this get to Ebony. York had taken her back to my apartment while I dealt with the mess, but damn was I happy to do it. Giordy was fucking dead, and this city was mine once and for all.
While I waited for the crew, I took care of all the IDs of the deceased to make sure I could find a way to ensure their deaths could never be found and linked back to me or Ebony.
Carlo and his team didn’t take long to get to the restaurant. They looked it over with no judgments at all. That was why I loved working with Carlo. He cleaned up for a lot of the men in my line of work, and he never judged, not to mention he was the best damn cleaner I’d ever met.
“Dump or burn?”
Direct, straight to the point. He was exactly like York in that respect, always told you what he was thinking with no opinion.
“Chop and burn… no remnants.”
Carlo nodded and started the job with his crew. I had used him so many times that I knew he was to be trusted, especially with something like this. I made it back to my apartment on foot.
This new Ebony was exciting me. Ruthless and broken, just like I wanted her to be, but I couldn’t rejoice just yet. She still needed to prove herself to me, although she was already on a damn good track. None of my men had taken out their families for me.
York was waiting for me in the foyer when I arrived home.
“Take the rest of the day and night off.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, you’ve earned it.”
He nodded and left me alone with her. I got rid of my holster and headed inside to the spare bedroom.
No Ebony.
I headed to mine next and heard the shower in the ensuite going. A trail of clothes led inside. Little minx was stealing my shower.
Opening the door, I was assaulted with a puff of steam. I opened the shower door to see her back facing me. My eyes ran down her bare back and over her perfectly-formed ass without a flaw in sight. The water cascaded down her body causing me to feel my cock stiffen in my pants. Her skin was turning red from the hot water which made me even harder if that was even possible. Slowly, she turned around to display those gravity-defying tits, her nipples hard and jutting toward me. That tummy I’d coveted since I first felt it against my skin had me almost breaking down in front of her begging for her to let me take her.
“I guess I should congratulate you.”
“On?”
Jesus, my voice was deep and croaky. What the hell was this? High school?
“You won. I’m a broken bitch.”
“Not yet, but you can be.”
She scoffed, moving her face under the water. It felt like forever until she spoke again.
“I’m not yours to play with anymore, Jett.”
She closed the shower door right in front of me blocking my sight of her. Anger rose within me. I was never dismissed, especially not by a woman.
“Open the door.”
She didn’t.
“Open the goddamn door, Ebony.”
Still nothing.
I couldn’t control my anger anymore, my fist connected with the glass sending it shattering inward around her. I had pieces of it sticking out of my knuckles, blood dripping down my hand to the tiles under me. It mixed with the water making a pink color on my white tiles.
Ebony had shards of glass sticking out of her arms and legs, but she didn’t scream or pull them out. She stood there, expressionless, waiting for me to make my move.
“You don’t own me, Jett. I know you’re obsessed with me, but if you want to explore it more, you aren’t going to treat me like a plaything. I’ll be your partner, killing and maiming, but I’m not yours… not yet.”
“Oh, you think so?”
“I do, Jett. I let you torture me in that place, and I had a lot of time to think about things. I’ll do anything to protect you, just as I know you’ll do anything for me. Right now, though, you’ll need to bow down to me and earn my fucking respect.”
Every word was delivered with confidence, only causing me to lose sight of my anger. How long had I waited for a woman to stand up to me, to break and come out the other side better for it?
It had me dropping to my knees on the shattered glass. I relished the pain it caused. It gave me purpose. Pulling Ebony upward, I rested her leg over my shoulder and dove into her, lapping at her little nub nestled between her folds. I felt her move around against my face, smothering me. The hot water was hitting the side of my neck hard while Ebony dug her nails into the other shoulder. I could barely breathe, but who the fuck needed to breathe when they were in this position? My hands gripped her hips, holding her in place to receive my oral assault. Pushing one finger into her hot core, I matched the rhythm with my lapping sending her into a panting frenzy, her scratching increasing, and her writhing against my face becoming more frequent.
This woman was mine, whether she knew it yet or not. I never knelt for a woman, but for her I knew I would do fucking anything.
I increased the speed forcing her to hold onto the broken glass beside her. She didn’t pull away nor did she scream in pain. The only screams coming from her were of pure pleasure. Blood dripped down her hands and down the glass until it mixed with the water heading for the drain. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but I was pretty damn sure I’d just met my match.