Jude
“You’d be sentencing the man stupid enough to touch you to a slow, drawn-out, miserable death. I suggest you rethink that plan.” I said it calmly.
I wasn’t a good man.
I had never claimed to be.
I had done things that would make normal people shiver in terror. I was neither proud of it nor horrified by it. Maybe at first it had given me sleepless nights, but not anymore. I had gotten to a stage in my life where I accepted all my actions as simply necessary evils. It was what needed to be done for business, and if I didn’t do it, it’d be up to one of my other brothers to do it, and the last thing I wanted was for them to get stained by evil.
I was already black as the devil. What was more black or even red to a man like me? I had been rotten from the day I was born, and I’d gladly do all the dirty work so my brothers would never have to. That was what older siblings did. They protected the younger ones. Grandmother had driven it home to me a million times.
But killing whoever would be idiotic enough to touch my wife wouldn’t do any good to the company; in fact, it would only serve to make me very happy and satisfied.
She gaped at me, her face twisted into disbelief.
Isadora was a stunning woman. I had heard Theo gush endlessly about her. All the things he had said about her had been great understatements. Isadora was a provocative woman, no matter how young and childish I thought she was. I had long, straight blonde hair, big blue eyes, and the most pillowy lips I had ever seen on a person. They were fuller on the top than at the bottom, turning her mouth into a permanent pout. She looked like a doll. And she looked like trouble.
“Do you just go around killing people?” she asked, her voice trembling.
I could bet everything I owned that my new bride had done a little sleuthing about me. Well, she had better not be hoping for reassurance that I wasn’t the big, bad monster she had read about. There was no reassurance to be found here.
“No.” The relief on her face amused me. “Just those who deserve it.” The relief was gone just as soon as it had come.
She was a marvel. I couldn’t remember when last I’d met someone who wore all their expressions on their face like an open book. I was used to dealing with people with nefarious intentions, snakes, and people who thought they were the smartest and most cunny. Unfortunately for them, I hadn’t yet met anyone who could run circles around me. I was always one step ahead, just the way I liked it.
“What am I supposed to be doing here every day?” she whined. “This place is a mausoleum. Why don’t you have a place in the city? How am I supposed to shop? We’re cut off from civilization.”
I wished.
What had I been thinking about when I agreed to marry a 22-year-old?
“And did my father already mention my diet restrictions?”
She was going to be in for a hell of a surprise when she discovered that this house didn’t employ a staff. Past experience with staff turning traitorous had made us get rid of them all. Only Martha, Lady Madigan’s personal aide, still remained.
I pressed my lips together to hold back an entertained smile.
“Can you at least help me take off this darn dress? I always wanted to get married somewhere on the beach, in a white bikini and a see-through lace dress over it, flowers woven into my hair, barefoot on the sand.” She walked to where I was standing at the door and turned around, presenting her back to me.
She talked way too much.
I traced my fingers down the back of the dress, where there were endless fastenings securing the dress. As if my hand had a mind of its own, it flew to her hair, digging out one flowered hairpin.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice full of curiosity.
I ignored her in favor of taking her hair down from the twisted-up knot. When it finally fell down her back in shiny waves, I stared, entranced.
“Jude.” She said it impatiently. “the dress too. Any day now.”
“Bossy little thing.” I whispered into her ear before sweeping her hair over her shoulders and starting on with the buttons. I had done this for Josephine often, helping her undress when she was too
No, I didn’t want to think about it.
Josephine belonged in the past with that version of me.
As the dress parted, her expanse of milky skin was revealed, and the visceral reaction I had to all that flesh on display staggered me. I took a step away as soon as the last button came undone.
She turned around to face me, her hands holding the dress up and in place.
“That’s all; you can go off to catch your plane now.”
What Isadora didn’t know was that I had already been climbing aboard my private jet when, for some reason, my legs refused to take that final step into it. The meeting was important, and yet, here I was. In all my years, I have never chosen anything over the business.
I was at her door like a fool now because my damn legs had carried me here straight from the driveway.
“Do you threaten the news stations to not publish stories about you?” she asked. “I’m glad pictures of my husband riding off into the sunset without me aren’t out there right now, but only someone with something to hide goes to all that length.”
I narrowed my eyes in confusion. What was she talking about this time around? The last thing I would ever bother myself with was the media. They were all a bunch of vultures anyway.
It happened so fast; one second she was just standing there, running her mouth; the next, that damn dog bolted into the room and charged for her. She screamed just as I caught the dog’s leash, and when I looked at her, her hands were covering her eyes in fear, and her wedding dress was pooled around her feet, leaving her in just lace pants and a matching garter.
Holy shit.
JUDEThe close contact between Isa and myself at that very moment forced a moment of tension in the room. She was small in my arms, and her eyes were too tempting not to stare into them. I felt her hands at the back of my hair, playing with the strands, while her eyes were still fixated on mine. I knew she was giving me the hint, and I couldn't resist any longer. I crashed my lips into hers willingly, and her response gave me an edge as I savored the taste of her lips.I couldn't control it. I soon began to undress her while my lip locked her to the bed. The way she moaned was such a giveaway that she could barely wait. As soon as they were done stripping, I decided to tease her for a while. I started by wrapping my hand around her throat while I began to suck on her nipples. Her back arched as she moaned seductively, unable to withstand the heat that was pooling between her thighs. Her moans increased as I even took it further, wanting to take my time until she begged for it. As I
Jude's POV The man's screams echoed in the room.His head injury was bleeding; blood was leaking from his sides. I turned my head and sighed.He had soiled himself twice already, and I hadn't even gotten to the best part yet.Trailing the knife on his jaw, I smiled a sadistic smile that had him wiggling in the iron chair he was on, trying to loosen the chains that bound him."Sit still!" I commanded.I don't normally torture hunters. I just killed them when I came across them, but recently, the hunters have gotten too close for comfort. I needed to send a message.'Don't tempt me; I'm the ruthless boss for a reason, I said in my mind."You know, it was really stupid of you to play dead," I told him, and he nodded continuously, agreeing with my statement."Did you think you would be able to escape with such an act like that?" I asked, and he shook his head."Nnn...oo...” "Well, I'm going to assume that you want to live, and I'm going to give you the chance to survive. That is, if you
Jude POV After the whole altercation at the secret room, I had to adjust my suit and make sure that Isadora didn't suspect anything. I didn't want her to see this nasty side of me, it would most likely break her down.. Stepping out of the secret room, I noticed she was concentrating on her phone till I called her name and she looked up in my direction, with a smile on her face. "You took hours there." She said, as some of the other boys stepped out of the room as well. "Just had business to deal with." I replied. "Also I noticed someone was screaming in there. What was that?" For a moment I stared at her trying to hold it together. "You most likely heard from the wrong room. I mean look around, there are several rooms in this company. Now let's head to my office." I extended my arms and she took it and we both walked through the hallway, till we arrived at my office. The moment the door opened, a much familiar face was seated by the couch with a huge pack of cigar on the table
Isa POVThe night was beyond cold and the raging storm forced me to stay awake. As I tried to seek shelter in the duvet, I was reminded of everything that happened earlier today. I was slowly beginning to wonder if Jude was actually the sort of man I knew.Many had said he was dangerous, but from his encounter with that strange pervert at his office, I couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't even the devil himself. A huge lightning bolt shook the foundation of the house and I knew I couldn't sleep alone. I needed to stay beside someone and who else would be fitting to stay with, other than Jude.I grabbed the sheets of my bed and made my way through the hall towards his room. I hoped he hadn't closed the door. Alas! I was right, the door was rightly opened and I stepped inside.He was sleeping with socks on, a habit I found completely absurd. I silently made my way to his bed and snuck into his arm and he seemed to find comfort in it. He was particularly warm and I loved how calm his b
Jude POVI had not shared the bed with several of the girls I had brought at night since I disliked making physical contact with people at night. Not that she ever would have imagined wanting to be near me at night. Unless there was something she wanted from me, she never bothered to hide her unwillingness to have me near her, especially when we slept together.I refused Isadora's request to be close to me.Her bloated face was lit by the early morning light. Dried tears from her lashes adhered to her flesh. She had gotten closer while we slept, to the point where we were practically touching. I couldn't help but want to touch her, but not in a sexual sense.Leaning on my elbow, I saw her contented slumber. I experienced nightmares about Josephine's blood-covered body, just like I did many other evenings. Even though I rarely dreamed about the people I had slain, I still spend a lot of nights thinking about them.Isadora gave a slight moan and moved her lips. I turned to face her as
JUDE POVHurt flashed across her face. "It's quite annoying knowing that you can be a bully for most of the time."I knew she was trying to get a response from me, but I did give a single reply."I wonder what Josephine thinks" I froze in that moment and turned around to look her eyes widened as she snapped her lips shut.A knock came at the same moment that rage shot through me. I was relieved to have Isadora farther away from me as I made my way towards the door after swallowing my rage. I felt the pounding of my heart in my temples as I tore open the door.When River saw me, her smile vanished. Her gaze strayed to an object behind me. "Is everything alright?" she muttered.I flung open the door. River was followed by both Isadora's cousins and Isadora's mother, and other ladies as they anticipated the ritualistic retrieval of the linens. Enter. Take hold of the sheets. I don't have the entire morning.Ilaria, one of Isadora's cousins murmured, "Rude as usual," as she passed me. Ri
Jude was plainly uncomfortable displaying any emotion in public. He soon left me to the whims of my inquisitive mother and spoke with Romeo and other Underbosses. I eventually got over her and my aunts and went to hide in a lavatory stall.Twenty minutes later, River found me here. "It's quite overwhelming, isn't it?" she asked once I had changed my makeup and came out."That is.""Are you alright? If you're not, you can let me know. Though Jude is my brother, my priority is as a woman.I nodded, recalling Jude's remarks and his hesitation to share our personal life with others."Thank you, but I'm okay."She smiled a little. "Refrain from letting him transform you into someone you're not. There are girls like you in our world.”Unlike her brother, she didn't mind when I gave her a quick embrace and returned the favor. Although I was happy to have her support, I had to figure out where I fit into Jude's life on my own. Anything less would not sit well with him.When we eventually arri
“Are you trying to influence me with your body?”My eyes grew wide. “No. I could smell the liquor on your breath, and I was curious how it tastes.”Jude chuckled. “You are a strange girl.” His mouth twisted. “Woman.” He looked down at the dog in my arms. It was snuggled against me peacefully. Without a word, Jude turned around and returned to his glass of whisky on the table. I stepped inside and closed the door. Stroking the dog, I followed my husband.“What’s its name?”“Loulou,” Jude said, a strange note to his voice. I stopped beside him. “Can I have a sip of your whisky?”Jude’s eyes bored into me. “You’ve never had whisky before?”“No. My father didn’t allow me to drink alcohol. I had my first glass at our wedding.”“Many firsts for one day.” A small shiver passed down my spine at the contemplative growl. “You aren’t old enough for hard liquor.”My lips parted in indignation. Was he serious?He downed the remains of his drink, and before I could say something snarky, he cupped t