All Chapters of Dancing for the Mafia King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

***GRACE POV***
 “You’re in love with him. Aren’t you?”
 I found myself nodding before I could even think. Jett was a god, built like a sculpture of ruggedness, his abs I was convinced was chisled by Leonardo himself, his thick muscled arms would make even the best body builder drool.
 I have to stop.
 The buildupof arousal was almost immediate once I started dreamily fantasizing about Jett.
 “Let us get you back, tho let me text my father.”
 I nodded, I knew he took me, and I knew what that pill was.
 I’m a woman.
 I’ve bought some for friends in the past.
 I know what the plan B pill looks like.
 I knew what he did.
 I felt used.
 Broken.
 Dirty.
 Unworthy.
 “Okay let’s go.”
 We both got up and walked to the garage, I kept my head down, and got into the passenger seat, he gave me a blanket and I wrapped it around me.
 We started moving but I didn’t pay attention, I fidgeted with my fingers in my lap as we made serveral turns, drove around corners an

***JETT POV***
 I awoke to find Grace still clinging to me, she had slept through the night, though I’m not complaining; I’m still very worried about her…
 Understandably. She was just kidnapped.
 Touched.
 By him.
 I felt my body stiffen and my anger rising at the image of him forcing his way onto her.
 As if sensing my distress, she snuggles even closer… if that were even possible. I smiled, then a vibrate from my phone captured my attention
 It’s done. Key is under a rock in a bush.
 The text Callum sent was straight and to the point.
 Perfect.
 I admired her a few heartbeats longer, caressing her cheek lightly, pressing a kiss on her forehead before gently prying myself from her grasp. She whined in protest but, she was still fast asleep.
 I went to the bag I had put on her dresser and grabbed the jeans and blue sleeveless t-shirt Bruce had picked out. It was like he knew I’d need the sleeveless, sometimes the damn sleeves just get in the fucking way; it

***Grace POV***
 Jett was lying across the couch, we were both covered with a separate blanket and his head was on my lap as I stroked his hair.
 “Well, let’s see.”
 He thought about something for a fraction of a minute before speaking again. “When Dale and me were born, our parents didn’t want us, so they chucked us away for family services the first chance they got.”
 “Left and never came back.”
 “After that we spent a few years in and out of foster homes, they learned not to separate us very early on, even as babies; we were not happy and content unless the other was either in the same room or not far away.” “Once we hit about 7 or 8 we just stayed in an orphanage. No one wanted the twin brothers whose own parents wanted nothing to do with them.”
 “Once we hit 18, we still hadn’t found a family that wanted us, so with us, being the legal adults we were… the orphanage kicked us out to make room for the next several kids that needed housing.” I felt my sorrow for

Unknown POV 
I stood looking out the window in my office while on the phone with a man I had placed into Jett’s ranks, he had climbed significant heights. Jett would kill him if he knew, I had another guy in the ranks of the Blacks as well. 
“Sir we have had eyes on her for a while. Shouldn’t we make a move now? She’s gotten awfully close to Mr. Lynch.” 
I sneered, though my bio daughter had indeed fallen for Jett Lynch of all people, I knew what kind of man he was. 
“Yes, we need to get her out of there. Though, I hate to do this so soon after she’d gotten kidnapped by the Blacks.” 
It was true though, as soon as I had heard that she had been kidnapped by Callum, I about blew everyone’s cover to get her back, only to have Jett prove that he was capable of some type of respect, but to call daddy Black was not something a mafia boss should be proud of doing. 
We handle business the right way. Guns blazing, blood splattering, cops running the opposite direction just by seein

***Ethan POV*** My phone rang, interrupting the short bonding moment I’ve had with my only child, whom I had only met not even ten minutes ago. Anger simmering, I excused myself and went out to the hall to answer my phone. “What?” “Now, now. Is that any way to greet a friend?” I looked at the screen noting that it had Sean’s name, a guy who was in our ranks, and put it back to my ear. “Who is this?” It wasn’t Sean’s voice on the line, oh no, it was deep, dark, and cold. It made shivers form that I could feel down to my bones. Is this fear? I hadn’t felt fear since the day June left. I had been so afraid of what had happened to her, then I found her. Safe. In good health. Alive. No one had touched her. Not even that scum Zander. “Aw that makes me sad, you not knowing who I am. Makes me think she’s forgotten about me.” Then it clicks. “Jett?” “Aaaahhhh so she has told you about me.” “On the contrary, I knew of you before I kindly and forcefully brou