A Kingpin Love Affair: The Complete series(40)

To me, she was everything I had ever needed.





Chapter Twenty-Two


Isabella

We wake the next morning to a loud buzzing noise. I could feel vibrations against my back, but I ignore them, snuggling deeper into Jared’s chest. God, I don’t want to wake up yet. I could lay in his arms forever.

“Fuck!” He groaned against my neck, his scent already doing crazy things to my body. I could feel my lady bits grow to life with the sound of his voice.

“We could…” I suggested smoothly, rolling away from his body just a little bit. He smiled pulling me back into his warmth while grabbing his phone. He had an incoming text for another job, the same man we had picked up yesterday but at a different location.

My insides churned, my body grew cold, and I pulled away without thinking. I wasn’t sure I could keep up the quietness. The need to confide in Jared was growing stronger as I couldn’t shake the feeling something bad was going to happen, and this man would be the cause of it all.

“Hey, you come back over here…” Jared wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back toward him. I squealed as his hands rubbed against all my ticklish spots.

“Stop!” I protested while laughter spilled from my mouth.

“Do you promise to stay in bed with me?” He smirked, an eyebrow raised and his hand ready to attack at any second. I nodded my head yes, allowing him to release me. It was then I made my move jumping from the bed and running from the bedroom. I could hear his footsteps behind me, my laughs filling the air.

All fear went out the window when I was with Jared.

“Oh, no, you don’t…” he yelled right before he gripped me by the hips and threw me over his shoulder, my stomach landing hard against his shoulder bones.

“Let go of me!” I ordered.

“No. You lied. Now you must face the consequences.” He could hardly say a word without his own laughter interrupting him. The moment he put me down, I made another run for it only to be picked up again and bent over his knee. He wasn’t going to do what I thought he was, was he?

“You better not!” I growled, attempting to move off his lap.

“Oh, I will.” He smirked just as his hand landed hard on my ass. Three spankings later, and I was ready to murder him. He was lucky he had released me and ran away to get breakfast ready because if he was still in the room, bodily harm would have occurred. I slipped into a pair of jeans Taylor and Bree had bought me, combed my hair, and headed out into the kitchen where I could smell eggs cooking.

“How’s that ass of yours feel?” Jared teased. I turned my head sideways to him.

“You want me to Hulk slam you through the floor?” I raised an eyebrow in questioning. He might be bigger, but I was sneakier.

“Try me…” He laughed as he placed a plate of food in front of me.

“I already have, and if I could, I would get my money back.” I stuck my tongue out at him. We were acting like a bunch of kids, but I didn’t care. Being able to do things as we were was a sign of freedom, something I had never been able to experience before.

“Oh, no, you didn’t…” He growled at me from across the island, which only made my laughter grow more. Giving him a smile, I dove into my food as he sat down with his. We ate in peace, stealing glances here and there.

After breakfast, our charade of laughter continued, joking and flirting back and forth until we made it to the pickup spot. It was there when I clammed up, becoming quiet as a mouse. My belly filled with anxiety as the door opened, the man’s scent filling my nostrils.

“Thank you for once again coming on such short notice.” His voice caused shivers to go down my spine. I was on high alert, my palms sweating as I gripped the side of the seat.

“Not a problem, sir,” Jared responded his eyes on me, taking in my reaction, I was certain. He moved the Tahoe from park to drive, heading out toward the interstate. When the car hit sixty, my heart started to pound in my ears. Every mile taking us further from where we live had my nails digging deeper into my palm. I know if I don’t stop, blood will be drawn, but the anxiety has already taken root.

“Turn here, please,” the man in the backseat ordered. I turned my eyes to Jared to see if he saw anything wrong with his request. He just sent me a smile following his orders as if it wasn’t a big deal, yet I couldn’t help but feel something was about to happen.

“Drive ten miles ahead and then pull over,” he told Jared once again. This wasn’t part of the route so why was Jared not reacting to it? A million and one thoughts took over my mind.

We traveled further down the road, no cars passed by on the other side, which just pushed me that much further over the edge. Just when I didn’t think I could take anymore, I hear the man’s voice again, this time speaking Russian.

“будь готов.” I’m ready? Ready for what? My head pounded as Jared slowed down, pulling off to the side of the road where the man requested to be dropped off.

“Thank you,” he said. I swear time slowed down as everything seemed to flash right before my eyes. Jared turned around to reply, the mystery man leaning forward, the metal from the gun shining. Then I watched as he nailed Jared upside the head, his mouth wide open, but no words came out. I didn’t think—I just react as my body shook in fear.

“Noooo!!!” I cried out, trying to reach him before his head smashed into the steering wheel.