All Chapters of His Straight Pet: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 Jude’s POV"Patch me through to Daryl. Now," I shouted as I was really pissed at where I was sitting, just at the back of my seat."Yes, Boss," my driver replied. He pressed a few buttons on the screen in front of him, and the car filled with soft beeping sounds. The line connected, and it rang... once... twice..."Boss," Daryl's voice finally came through as he picked up. Calm as always, but I knew he wasn't."There are men outside my mansion," I said as I was way pissed. "They're not mine, and they don’t look like Dante's either. But they move like him."There was silence for a beat. Then Daryl sighed. "They are his. I did some digging. They're definitely Dante's men. I had no idea why Dante was actually in front of my mansion, but I needed them one!!"My hand slammed into the side panel of the car, hard. "So that bastard thinks he’s grown wings? He really thinks he can move against me? When did all this non

Raymond's POVI didn’t know whether to feel good or feel bad... but it was just way off. Like one minute we were down having so much fun, and the next minute we were getting dressed up to go to where I had no idea. I felt used and like a pawn, but I just had to keep my cool because there was little or nothing I could do. I said to myself as I then just set my eyes on the road... turning back I noticed that 3 or 4 cars were escorting us... Damn... Jude must really have them enemies... I said to myself as I took a look at the cars through the side mirror... they actually were exotic cars..."You good back there?" Jude asked without turning his head.I looked at the back of his head for a sec. His hair still messy from earlier. I cleared my throat. "Yeah. Just wondering where the hell we going."He smiled. I could hear it in his voice even though he didn't look at me. "You'll see soon enough.""You know I hate that shit, right? The whole 'surprise' game.""Yeah," he said, "but you alway

Raymond's POVThe second we got home, Jude jumped out of the car like a man on fire.He didn’t even wait for me. He stormed into the house, yelling before the front door even fully opened.“Where the hell is Marcus?!” he shouted.One of the guards came running. “He’s upstairs, sir!”“Get him down here. Now!”The guy ran off, and Jude paced the hallway, looking like he was gonna punch a wall.By the time I walked in, Jude was already snapping at three more guards.“You two,” he barked, pointing at a big guy with a neck tattoo and another one in a suit. “You’re with Raymond. All day. All night. Bathroom. Kitchen. He breathes—you know it.”They both nodded fast.Jude turned to another guard, one with red eyes and a shaved head. “You. You patrol the perimeter. Anyone even blinks near the gates, I wanna know. Got it?”“Yes, sir.”Jude’s voice dropped low and deadly. “Nothing—and I mean nothing—better happen to him. Or I swear on every grave in this damn city, I’ll tear your heads off mysel

 Raymond’s POVThe sky outside was still dark, but I hadn’t slept. Not even a blink. I was pacing in circles around Jude’s room, hands in my hair, heart pounding like it wanted to run away from my chest.I knew he left. I heard the gate. I waited up. No note. No explanation. No nothing.He just vanished.And now the silence in this place felt louder than ever. Every creak of the old manor made my head snap around.What the hell was I doing here?I stopped pacing and stood in front of the tall window. The wind was picking up. Trees were swaying outside like they were trying to warn me about something.The moment I heard the door downstairs creak open, my whole body went tense.Boots. Heavy. His walk. Slow. Familiar.He was back.I stood by the edge of the room, arms folded, my jaw locked tight.The door opened, and there he was. Jude. Coat still on. Wind in his hair. Expression

Raymond’s POVI suddenly jerked back up, my breath ragged, sweat pouring down my face, neck, chest—everywhere. My eyes flew open like I had been underwater for too long and finally broke the surface. My heart was slamming in my chest like a hammer.Jude was sitting beside me.He wasn’t touching me. Just staring. But the shock in his eyes? I had never seen him look like that before. Not once.He leaned in a bit, scanning my face, my arms, my whole body like he couldn’t believe I was really awake.“How fast was that…” he murmured. “That’s not—” he cut himself off.He ran a hand through his hair. “Normally, when I feed from someone, they’re out for a while. Hours. Sometimes days if I take deep. But you… you were out for maybe what, five minutes?”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I was still frozen by what I’d seen. Still trying t