I hesitated before answering.
"Uh..", I started clearing my throat. "It's Jade". I Said walking into the room.I met his eyes through the mirror and proceeded to stand a few feet behind him unsure of what next to do."I told CJ to not let you out of the room until you're well," He hissed at me eyeing me from the mirror, his back still turned towards me."I.. I.. Uh... Didn't know that," I replied, hearing my voice come out more tin than supposed.He didn't respond or stand either, instead, he kept on dressing his injury while I watched him.His well-sculpted back and arms flexed once again with each of his movements. That was the first time I was seeing him shirtless while sober and I was using every bit of self-control in me to stop myself from running over to him and running my hands on them.I took a huge breath, dragging my eyes away from his body and looking elsewhere, anywhere around his room.His room was quite big, the walls were painted just the same as the rest of the house, a flower by the window, and a painting in his room as well. Everywhere was spotless and there was almost nothing lying around, well except for the tools he was using at the moment which lay on the table beside him."Leave if you're done talking." He hissed again turning my attention back to him.I turned to walk out when I heard him grunt again and I knew I just couldn't leave him.Slowly, I walked to him and gently took the bandage from him."What are you doing?" He asked as he examined me trying to figure out what I wanted to do. He had his stomach injury dressed already so I couldn't tell if it was a stab or a bullet hole. He had a slightly deep cut on his left arm and was done cleaning it, just needed to put the bandage on it.The whole time when we were inside the car and when we had gotten home, I hadn't noticed even for a split second that he had been injured or in pain."I know what I'm doing Saint," I told him pushing a chair to his front and sitting to face him.I locked eyes with him occasionally as he watched me keenly, never looking elsewhere."Marcel used to come home on some days with injuries, Suzy was barely at home, so I had to learn to treat him," I told him trying to break the silence between us."He was good at his job," Saint replied briefly.I wrapped the bandage and put the remaining stuff away then smiled at him, "I'm done."He finally took his eyes off me and looked at what I'd just done, then nodded. "I'm impressed."I looked into his eyes, something I couldn't always get enough of and something I was starting to get used to. His eyes always looked like they had a lot to say yet he said almost nothing each time.His signature man-bun-styled hair with loose strands falling in front of his face always made him look ethereal. He was handsome, with a strong jawline, beautiful eyes, sculptured body.. what was there not to like about him. I agree I barely knew anything about him but I just couldn't stop thinking of him.I reached up to touch his face, eventually failing to stop myself any longer but he stopped me halfway, holding my hand again, just as he had done the morning after we had slept together."Look Jade," He said, his eyes darkening as he looked at me and his frown deepening. "Don't get anything confused,""What do you mean?" I asked gently."We just slept together because we were both drunk, but you just keep crossing the fucking line." He said and I attempted to let my hand out of his grip but he didn't allow it and instead, held it tighter."I... I actually..""I don't care whatever it is you think but stop crossing the line," He warned watching me."I don't want to -""Jade, I don't catch feelings and I won't like you Stop acting like we've got anything going on between us."I stared at his stone-cold face with every word he said. There wasn't any emotion in it. He let my hand drop slowly beside me.I mean he was right. We slept together because we were drunk. But what about in the car after he had teased me, we weren't drunk there, he had looked at me just like the other night when we were in each other's arms.A part of me knew I needed to stop thinking about him more than usual and just let things be as they were. I was in fact only here because he needed Marcel or Tequila, whatever they knew him as to come out of hiding and that was all. I was going to leave and get the fuck out of his life. I was going to apply for more jobs, travel to another part of the country and be away from his life. I just needed to stop.I took a deep breath watching him, "I was just worried about you, nothing more." I told him quietly trying to convince myself.He flared up as his eyes looked like they were going to shoot fire out of them at any moment."Don't fucking do that! Don't get worried about me and just stick to your fucking room! Don't meddle in my business!" He shouted.I saw him run a hand over his face trying to control his instant annoyance."Don't ever come into this room ever again either. Don't wander about. Just stick to your room!""I'm sorry," I apologized, confused about what exactly I had said that made him flare up."Get out! Now!" He shouted again and with that, I walked away without uttering any more words.Saint's POV. They were not beating him up properly or that was what it looked like and I was pretty much starting to get impatient. The guy who had been together with Tequila the past month coughed up blood as one of my men kicked him in the stomach several times. He was a tight-lipped person and this kind of ones needed some special kind of treatment. We were at a partition of the bar basement or the 'dead hole' as I've heard some others call it. It was where everyone who crossed me ended up at. Nobody had ever made it out of here alive and it had always continued to be that way. Once you were taken into the dead hole, it was over. I put up my hand, motioning for my guy to stop kicking him. I took a huge breath and uncrossed my legs, rolling my shirt sleeves up to my elbows. "You're not going to make it out here alive, so you might as well start talking," I told him walking over to where they were. I grabbed his face making sure my fingers were digging into his cheeks which made
Jade's PovI hadn't seen Saint since after the day I had helped him dress his injury. Although I stayed in my room most times just like he had instructed and only went out to make food when I was hungry so it was likely possible that even if he was around, I still wouldn't have seen him. CJ hadn't shown up either and a few days had already passed. I missed Betty and wanted to see Suzy also since she didn't take my calls or reply to my texts so the plan to escape started creeping back into my mind. I stretched out on the bed, glad that these crazy incidents were happening after I had graduated from school. My next plan had been to get a job and move after running away from my uncle, then further my studies with the money my father had left in my name before passing away. But everything had gone wrong, instantly...in a flash. I turned over to the other side letting the sun rays hit my face as if it was going to make me feel any better. Just then a knock came in. I unbolted the door
I sat across Saint in the dining room, feeling his eyes on me with each awkward second that passed by. "It's fine, Saint," I told him again, still looking down at my fingers and picking at my cuticles. I heard him take a deep breath. "Is there something you want? Anything?" He asked and I looked up to meet his eyes. "Yes," I replied which made him cock a brow at me and lean back into his seat. "What's that?" "Let me keep working at the bar." He furrowed his eyebrows together, a frown appearing on his lips. Then crossed his arms. I could swear everything this man did was perfect. "Why?" He asked. "I mean, if I was there, Rex wouldn't have... you know..." I said quietly, trailing off. He didn't say a word again and then looked like he thought a little. I had noticed that he wasn't much of a talker and I was constantly getting used to his one-word answers or at most, a sentence. "Okay," He finally spoke up. "But on my terms and in my own ways. You go when I want you to and
"What?" I asked still looking like I had seen a ghost. I remembered lying to Saint that she usually came unannounced to the bar the first time he had saved me so he won't keep me hostage. Which hadn't worked then. But I didn't actually expect Suzy, to show up. "I think I have a stalker." She repeated glancing around once more. "Suzy. I've not seen you ever since you left the house. I was so worried about you. You don't reply to my texts or call back. Marcel is missing. Uncle is probably dead. You said you didn't want to get involved and then all of a sudden, you appear and tell me you're being stalked?" I asked, pain making my voice quiver. The paranoia evident on her face didn't go away as she stared back at me." I'm sorry Jade, I've just got a lot going on.""That isn't important now. Have you seen the person stalking you? How did you know?" I asked. She explained to me the whole deal and I asked her to report to the police which she said she already did. I told her also to kee
He stepped back still smiling as he watched my expression. Was this really the end for me? Was this going to be how I died? "We're leaving in five," He announced to both me and CJ before walking out to the car. I had just watched this man, brutally torturing someone and the next thing was me sitting next to him knowing fully well I had a crush on him and at the same time, I'd become scared of him also. I got changed immediately and got into the car, settling in the backseat with Saint. I felt his eyes never leave me as I sat, looking straight ahead and pulling down my skirt which didn't stop going to my upper thighs. The car started and we headed to the house. After some time, Saint leaned into me once again, my neck and ears feeling his hot breaths on them as he spoke. "You disobeyed me, Jade, sneaking around and all. I have to punish you, you know?" He said softly, almost in a whisper. His deep voice w
He left after we were done with only his lingering scent which stayed back in the room with me to keep me company. I thought about him as I cleaned myself up, wishing he had stayed longer, maybe held me in his arms and maybe even slept together. I kept on replaying sceneries even after I got into the shower and as I fell asleep. I woke up the next day to hear unusual noises coming from the house. I looked from the window to see black cars parked downstairs and more men (minus Saint's guys who always stood and kept tight security) dressed in suits standing attention, keeping guard. I wondered what was going on. I hurriedly had my bath and by the time I was done, I heard an engine come on and rushed back to the window. I saw Saint shake hands with some guy I'd never seen before while CJ hugged him, and then he got into the car and drove off. His other cars followed behind as well while Saint and CJ walked back briskly into the house. I dressed up and opened the door to see CJ, han
Saint's POVI had slept with her. Again. I needed to get a grip on myself. I had promised myself I wouldn't do so any longer but she kept on tempting me each day, disobeying me even. I had woken up that morning, struggling to bury the thoughts of how warm she had felt when I was inside her and how wet she always was, for me. I knew I didn't like her that way and I wasn't going to in the future either so I was sure everything was just lust, at least for me. And I needed to stop going back for more. The glares from the sun shone on my face just as I reached for my phone to check the time. It was nine in the morning and I had important guests coming soon. I hurriedly prepared for them and soon enough they came. We discussed business and they put me in on getting vital information to use in getting Matrix and might even lead me to Tequila. The dude who was supposed to get me the information in exchange for money was attending the same event I was going to the next day. It was the wel
The next day, the woman from the boutique came over to the house and did my hair and makeup. I thanked her as I admired myself continuously in the mirror saying she did a good job which she smiled sweetly to. She also left behind some shopping bags which she said Saint had told her to bring over. The shopping bag had some purses, clothes, perfumes, shoes and a new phone. I surprisingly opened one bag after the other, wondering why Saint bought all this stuff for me. After that, she left hurriedly saying she needed to be somewhere and she was running late. I sat in my room after going through all the bags and turning on the phone, waiting patiently for when someone would knock and tell me to come downstairs so I can get in my dress and shoes. After a few moments, the new phone buzzed. I checked to see a text from a number. It read 'You can come downstairs if you're ready'. I checked my makeup once again then got into the dress. Then a little problem came up, I couldn't reach the