“She hasn’t earned it,” Snake snaps back at him.
“Then walk.”
Russo’s words are said almost like a dare as Snake glances between the two of us, an understanding in his eyes. You live for your brothers, or you die by them. Snake looks back at me, reluctantly spitting the same words that every other man in the building has just vowed.
He drops to a knee, bowing his head. “I’ll follow you.”
And just like that, I’ve become the most powerful woman Blaxlands Grove has ever seen.Chapter 25It’s well after three in the morning when the Audi comes to a stop in the massive garage. In a perfect world, I would have been home hours ago and already asleep in bed where I belong. Though in a perfect world, I also wouldn’t be the leader of a street gang and planning a massive takedown. I guess we all can’t get what we want.
I make my way through the internal garage door into the Carrington mansion, and I begin creeping through the house, trying my hardest to keep quiet. This place is huge, and the marble floors weren’t exactly made for creeping. It’s like an echo sounds through the house with every step I take.
I start heading for the hallway that leads me out toward the pool house, but when I pass the staircase that takes me up toward Colton’s bedroom, I find myself taking a little detour. I’m sure he’s been worried about me. After the bullshit that’s been going down lately, I’d be worried about me too.
How the hell am I supposed to tell him that Russo made me the face of the whole operation instead of releasing me? This isn’t going to go well.
By the time 7 pm came, Colton started calling. After a quick reassurance that I was alright, he backed off and allowed me to do what I had to do, but that was assuming that when I came home, I’d be free. Fuck, he’s going to shred Russo to pieces for this.
I make my way up the stairs and creep along the marble floors until I’m standing in front of his door. Grabbing the handle, I give it a gentle turn and open the door into a dark room.
Light from the hallway streams through his room and shines upon Colton like a spotlight, showing me exactly what I came here to see. I find Colton sitting up in bed with his arm propped behind his head. His shirt is nowhere to be seen, but that’s the way I like him. I’m smacked in the face with his handsome beauty. He’s so fucking edible. I could lay in bed and lick my way up and down those abs all day and never get bored. But what’s really got me by my balls of steel is the way his bicep bulges as it rests behind his head.
He’s simply delicious.
“Jade,” he murmurs, adjusting himself in bed and making me drool over the way his abs crunch with his movement. “It’s late.”
I walk into his room, leaving the door slightly ajar so that I can keep drooling over his body. “You waited up for me,” I comment, moving toward him and noticing the way his bedsheet hardly covers all the goodness hidden beneath.
He grins, his eyes darkening with desire as he watches me move across his room, striding toward him as though I can’t breathe without him near. “And let you get home to celebrate all on your own? I hardly think so.”
I walk around the side of his bed, propping my knee beside his thigh as I climb over and straddle his waist. “I missed you,” I tell him, grabbing hold of the headboard on either side of his wide shoulders.
I grind down against him, feeling his hard cock rubbing against my clit. I groan deep in the back of my chest, needing him so much more than I even knew. His hand falls to my waist, and as I grind against him, his fingers dig into my skin, urging me on. “I missed you too,” he tells me, his voice deep and full of seduction.
I moan, leaning into him and letting my lips brush over him. “I can tell,” I murmur as he catches my lips in his and kisses me deeply. His warm, inviting lips move over mine, and I wonder why the hell I stayed so long at the Wolf Den when this was here waiting for me. I could have spent all night with Colton buried deep inside of me instead of fending off dickheads and making claims that I'll earn respect, trust, and loyalty.
Colton’s tongue sweeps through my mouth, and I can’t help the needy groan that escapes me. Why is this so good? It’s as though my body was made just for his. Ever since the day I met him, the chemistry between us has been off the charts. Our bodies respond to one another's with a fierce need and longing that I will never find with another man. It’s perfect. No wonder it was so easy to fall in love with him. It was inevitable.