Playette

“No. They would come in for girls, but not him. Never him.”

Before Jasper reaches us, Benny turns and leaves.

Jasper’s cold hands touch my bare belly. My shirt is high and shows off my midriff where I’m still wet from the rain outside. “Where were you?”

“Delivery.”

Jasper raises an eyebrow and I don’t tell him any more than that. If that man, Gunner, knows more than Jasper, I need to keep it that way.

“Why are you here, Jasper?”

Jasper looks around. “I told you I’d come back for you.”

I nod my head. “You did, but so soon?” I question with a smile.

“It seems I need to get you out of my system, and the only way to do that is to have you. So, what do you say, Isadora?” He steps in my space, his hand lays firmly on my hip. “Can I have you?”

“I’m not for sale,” I say, grinning.

“Everything has a price, Isadora, even you. Tell me yours?”

I look over his shoulder, watching his men walk up to us. I pause, waiting, and then lean in and whisper, “What if I don’t want you?” I purposely look past him to Ace.

Ace stands there having no idea what’s going on. But I feel Jasper’s grip tighten on my hip almost to the point of pain where he’s about to bruise me.

My lines with him are becoming blurry, I want him, but I have things I need to do. Which would ruin my want for him. Let’s face it, he will kill me.

“Is there someone else you want?” Following my line of sight he smirks when he looks back to me. “You want one of my men?” He shakes his head. “No can do. I don’t share that way.”

I shrug, and Ace looks at me with a smirk. “Pink.”

I smile brightly. Actually, I like him. Just not in the way I’m making Jasper believe. I have to ruffle his feathers somehow, and I can’t tell him about Gunner, so this is my best option right now.

His fingers dig in further, and even though I feel the pressure I don’t move away from him. Instead, I stay perfectly still.

“It’s best you don’t talk to her,” Jasper states while staring at me.

“Oh… is this her?” Ace questions, raising an eyebrow like it’s finally registering. “Almost didn’t recognize you without your pink hair, pink.”

I wink at him. “I prefer the pink.”

“I don’t. So don’t wear it again,” Jasper barks next to me.

“So controlling,” I whine. I notice he lets me touch his shoulder when we’re this close, usually I’m only allowed when his lips are locked on mine. So, why did he tie me up last time? He made it perfectly clear he doesn’t like to be touched, so I’m careful where I place my hands. Seems it’s okay on his shoulders, but he still tenses.

“Why don’t you show me why you get to keep me all to yourself then?”

“Don’t tease me, Isadora. I’m not a man you want to play games with.”

“I have things I want to do tonight. So, I can’t go with you anyway.” I pull away from him and Jasper attempts to reach for me but I shake my head. “Goodnight Jasper, enjoy your night.” I turn, not looking back, as I head outside. The rain is still heavy but I’m already wet, so it doesn’t stop me.

“Isadora…” My name is called, so I stop and turn around. Jasper walks over to me, his chocolate hair slicking down with water and sticking to his face. He looks like sex, right now. He is sex.

“I’m going home, Jasper. Tonight you don’t get to tell me what to do.” I turn but he reaches for my hand pulling me back, so I have to face him.

“Women don’t tell me what they want to do. They fucking listen. But you’re new to my world, so I’ll let that slide. This time…” he pauses, “… but that won’t happen again, Isadora. You want to be in it, I know you do. You wouldn’t have followed Ace, otherwise. So now, your mine. If you touch another man I will have to kill him. Do you want that? Me to kill another man because of you?” He’s menacing, I see the anger etched all over his face to his eyes that hold something so sinister right now.

“What about if I touch, Ace?” I stir him a little, he damn well deserves it. Jasper pulls me to him so our bodies are touching everywhere, while the rain washes over us. Being touched by him does things to me that shouldn’t happen. His touch ignites me and I don’t like it, but I secretly love it.

“I’ll kill him, too. Everyone’s replaceable. I learned that at a young age. Even someone as significant as a mother can be replaced. What makes you think my men and women can’t either?”