Jersey Bad Boys: Steamy Dark Romance of Possession, Loyalty, and Desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

“You’re gonna be okay, sweetheart,” I coo to Anna who is sobbing uncontrollably in her hospital bed. It was late when Giselle called me with Anna on the line. The latter was hysterical. She started spotting and was worried about the baby, so I told her to call an ambulance. Luckily, we got there as they arrived, and Sisi and I both bullied our way into the vehicle. Not like the EMTs were going to say no when there were six armed bodyguards with us. In fact, one joined us in the back of the ambulance. “Why the hell is it hot in here? I’m going to get a nurse,” Giselle says. Luc texts me every fifteen minutes with an update and I am so relieved every time he does. It’s been a week, and time has been crawling. But excitement fills me at the prospect of having him home. “I can’t believe I made a big deal out of nothing,” Anna says, hiccuping from her crying bout. “Don’t be silly, Anna. It could have been a very big deal. I’m just so thankful it’s not, and you and the baby

Work has been busy as we hunt down that motherfucker. Sanchez. Of course, I want the other one. The brother. Matteo. But I haven’t told anyone about that yet. Nico has other things to worry about and Angel, well, he’s been preoccupied with his own shit. Nico is talking and I should be listening, but all my thoughts are on my woman. Who knew my Maria would turn into such a dirty little girl after I took her virginity? Truth is, she is as insatiable for me as I am for her, and it makes me hard as fuck just thinking about it. Remembering the way her mouth felt as she kissed me from my asshole to cockhole, and how her tight cunt strangled my dick when she came, Twice. I almost pop a boner right there. Then I see Nico staring at me, and I clear my throat. “We’ve heard from Callahan. He says fuck O’Doyle, his loyalty is ours,” I tell him. “That’s because his next shipment is stuck on our fucking docks,” Angel inserts. He isn’t wrong. “Good. At least he knows who h

Luc Nico is driving, and in my rearview, I see Angel following us in his big, suped up matte black SUV. “Do you have her location?” Nico asks. “Yeah, they’re headed down West Side Avenue,” I growl. I watch as the little dot that signifies Maria is getting farther and farther away from me and a tidal wave of emotion slams into me. It is cold and hard. And it’s trying to drown me. It’s fear. I have to work at it, but I finally push it away. I have no room for fear. No room for error. I close my eyes and I exhale. Fear can’t help Maria now. She needs me to be strong. And what stronger force is there on this earth besides love? “We’ll get her,” Nico says. “I know we will. We have to. I love her,” I say it for the first time out loud. It’s not enough. She needs to be the one to hear it. But it is a start. And it frees me “They stopped,” I practically shout. I run off the address to Nico, and he adjusts our course. “We don’t tell Anna any of this. She ha

Maria My mouth feels like shit. It’s dry and scratchy, and I need water or something to drink. But I can’t talk just yet. I’m stuck somewhere between sleep and wake. Flashes flit through my troubled mind. Moments of consciousness followed by moments of cold, empty, dark. “Easy mija, Mami is here,” my mother’s voice dances inside my ears. “Everything looks good on her chart. We just have to wait. It’s up to Mia—” I think that must be the doctor, but I don’t remember. It doesn’t matter because he is being interrupted. “Her name is Maria,” a familiar voice says, correcting the stranger, and I feel like I could cry and laugh at the same time. Luc. He’s not hurt or worse. Matteo didn’t get him. Thank God. I love you, Luc. Fade to black. I don’t want to be in the dark anymore. I don’t want to be alone. Luc. I want him to come back. I hate the hospital. It smells bad, and everyone is always poking and prodding me. I just want to leave. Take me home,

Pitiful Lies Denial is just another type of lie. But sometimes it’s all a girl has. Giselle Okay, so I threw a glass of beer in his face the first time I saw him. I thought he was his cousin and that he was treating my best friend badly. It was an honest mistake. I didn’t know the psycho was going to see it as a challenge and form a fixation on me. My answer was a firm, resounding no. But that didn’t seem to stop him. And when a group of drunk guys decided to follow me home one night after I left the Den, I had to admit, it paid to have a stalker who was six foot six inches of pure, tattooed muscle. Angel Fury was something to behold, and now that he made it into my bed, I was afraid he’d slithered into other places. Like my heart. There was only one way to get rid of the man who would only cause me pain in the end. Deny. Deny. Deny. Angel The first time I saw Giselle Vega, I knew I wanted her. The curvy goddess stood toe to toe with a monster like me and didn’t e