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Chapter Thirty- Use Me

Jackson’s POVIt was a Thursday when Lena Brady was officially buried. Where she had already been forgotten by the majority of the population nearly twenty years ago, it left only my men, Amara, and I to mourn her true loss. It was a risk to even allow it to happen but I would rather jump before Amara and take a bullet then deny her the chance to properly say goodbye to her mother this time. So while dressed in black and her mother's shawl, we spoke in prayer with the priest and were allowed today to mourn. Surrounded by at least forty of my men it seemed like Lena was as loved as she was missed, but this was all for Amara. Not a man unarmed or unalert as they crowded around us, a laying of white roses left atop a cherry casket that took a piece of my heart as well. Amara stayed hours after the final scoop of dirt was placed and smoothed while her head rested against her mother's stone. She traced the etching of "loving mother and selfles

Chapter Thirty One- Away

Amara’s POVSex didn't fix anything, but it was sure one hell of a distraction. Jackson shared this sentiment last night but left me to wake up alone, sore, and looking to ignore reality yet again. The evidence of last night was worn well into the sheets, a combined aroma of us both, as I tore it free from the bed and around my naked body to conceal myself from the cold air. I managed a few steps into the hallway before hearing voices belonging to Jackson's men. By the time the realization caught up with my feet, I was standing with disheveled hair and a sheet stained from our ventures last night pulled tightly around my torso. “Not that I blame any of you, but get all your collective eyes off my wife.” Jackson kissed my cheek and walked me out of eyeshot of the majority crammed into my mother's house. “I was going to bring you breakfast…”I slowly nodded before refocusing on my true desire. He captured my hand softly in his own and kissed the inside of

Chapter Thirty Two- Bait

Amara’s POVWe found a motel twenty miles out of the city for the night. It was surrounded with men at every turn, complete with Cutter sleeping against the door. Gun on his thigh between open legs, it was an ease to my paranoia that he was armed and ready. Even if he wasn't Jackson, he was trusted by him and it made me feel at least a sliver of safety among the heavy weight of danger constantly surrounding us. But even if it was a way to relax, I still couldn't sleep. I managed a few hours on the flight with Cutter’s insistence, but was too fueled by adrenaline now to even try to close my eyes. Instead, I paced the floor quietly until moving into the bathroom to try and keep from waking up my bodyguard. While inside, the phone rang and a knock came to the door. “I'm going to be right outside the room. Don't come out for anything.” I agreed with him before hearing the door close. Not even a handful of seconds later and the motel phone ran

Chapter Thirty Three- Loss

Jackson's POV I shouldn't have gone to her when I got her call once I landed in Chicago. But she was so goddamn believable that I didn't think twice about it. I wasn't even there for a handful of minutes before the fate of this choice became evident and I was being guided to a car with the threat of Amara's life depending on my cooperation. I followed until coming to that secondary location, enraged to the five foot something frame accentuated by Stilettos that nearly made us the same height. And to think I defended her to Amara when she was suspicious of her motives. Danielle. But she wasn't the meek and bored housewife she had been the last few years. Now, she was something darker. As if the mischievous ambitions she had for me took on a life of their own and personified before me now. She was someone I considered to be trapped in a loveless marriage and I even pitied her. But as she stood before me now with only a cellphone and a grin, I saw nothing but ev

Chapter Thirty Four- Ghost

Jackson's POVDays passed. Too many shifts from day to night and back to a new sunrise to care to count. I used to think of each new sight of the rising sun as a way to spend it with Amara and now I was loathing its presence knowing I was mourning her. It made me sick. Too sick to eat and sleep only coming from pure exhaustion. Anytime Danielle tried to get near me I was violent enough to keep her away. Because even if Amara's heart ceased to beat, mine would still belong to her. Everything began to blur. Days. Pain. Light. The only thing I held now were my memories. They haunted and liberated me in equal measure. I craved the illusion they brought in the form of Amara to perfection. She came to me with sorry eyes and a kind hand telling me it wasn't my fault. That she forgave me and understood how I had done my best. But one look in those doe eyes and my own were too misty to cherish the sight of her conjured by me, for me. Even the soft weight of her he

Chapter Thirty Five- Reborn

Amara’s POVFour months agoEverything happened in such quick succession that I was forced to endure it as if I was no longer in my own body to experience it. Danielle's threats and torments, her bullshit audio of what I'm sure was a way for Jackson to keep us both safe, echoed around me as my eyes diverted towards an exit. It was a rather small yacht, decrepit and overrun with enough armed brawn to make an escape a feeble and brainless attempt. Still, with keys set in my hand to strike, I reached forward and managed to swipe her arm. It was the only time I'd have the upper hand against her however as I was taken by strength I couldn't fight and pulled where I would only watch her circle me. “I can see it. You have the innocent prey thing going on. But Jackson needs a woman who can really take care of him. One who can go all night. One who can shed blood if he asks-or even if he doesn't-” This was the first strike she made. It was a simple slap that sti

Chapter Thirty Six- Mine

Jackson's POVThe feverish rush of my lips settled into a slow strike of my tongue against hers. What began as a need to dominate became a necessity to confirm. Her hands on my arms were taken to my face as I needed to validate that she was truly beneath me and not some fantasy. The tender placement of her nails began to threaten my jaw as it clenched to her touch. As she moaned to a recent stroke of my tongue, I released her wrists and began my own physical perusal. “Take this off…” My voice rasped. She wore a raincoat that concealed too much of her from me. I needed her curves in my hands and her racing heart naked against my own. But as the material came free and she was revealed to me as if it were the first time, she had changed. The perfection was hollow. It remained in majority but was simplified. She had lost weight and the wonder as to why made my heart clench and my stomach wrap into a knot. Seeing the sadness in my eyes, she pulled me back into a ki

Chapter Thirty Seven- Yours

Amara's POVWife. It was a label I wasn't sure I'd ever hear again. Especially not from his swollen lips. If so, I imagined it would be a replay of a memory when my heart ached and I was desperate for some remaining tether to him. So to look at him now with the determination to prove our titles and ownership of each other, it was everything I'd wanted for months. “Please untie my hands…” I asked with as much confidence as I could muster despite the fact my thighs were still trembling. “I'm not done.” He cocked a brow as I tried against my restraints. “Please…it's all I've thought about for months.” It wasn't always sexual but it definitely wasn't sporadic when it was. With him before me now without a distance, I wasn't going to let him dominate me without at least understanding my own motivations and desperations. “Did you let anyone else try to fill that void for you?” His question was spat as he released enough tension on the belt to

Chapter Thirty Eight- Predator and Prey

Jackson's POV“There's no other way?” Amara whined as she stood in front of the floor length mirror with her dress held up over her breasts. Without needing to be asked, I came behind her to zip up the split fabric as our eyes met in the reflection. “She'll have her guard down tonight.” The pout making up Amara's features made me want to bruise her lips for thinking I hadn't thought of every other option. But Danielle has gotten one up on each of us before. She wouldn't get the chance again. “But why do you have to kiss her?” I grinned. I shouldn't have as I knew it was insensitive but I loved watching how jealous she was for me. As if I had the capacity to even try to think about anyone else, let alone act on it by choice, the scoff came out as a natural expression. “Because I told her I never would. It will lower her defenses enough to trust my intentions. That's only if it comes to it.” “But nothing else will happen…right?” Even thou

Chapter Thirty Nine- Cuts Like A Knife

Amara’s POV I have waited four months for Danielle to get her karma. Some lacerations scarred, but it wasn't the constant memory of her success on my skin that made me vengeful. It was the time away from Jackson. So what was another hour or so?“Everything is going to be fine…” Cutter attempted to soothe me as I was bouncing on the balls of my feet while seated in the car. But all I could think about was Jackson being alone with her. What if he liked the experience she had? What if he got stuck somewhere that we couldn't get to him? What if she had known that this was a ruse all along? “He has faced worse than Danielle.” I visibly cringed at the sound of her name. This woman single handedly had the claim of my life at the end of her fingertips. She was nothing but spite and homicidal tendencies with an obsession for my husband. The idea of him being alone with her was understandable in making me manic. After all, what I knew was going on in that car ahead of u

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