Jett

12 - Fuc.k it all!

Jett

I chuckle all the way back to the clubhouse. I have no fuckin.g clue how I got over that wall without being caught, but I had to see Maria. It had been three goddamn weeks of wondering and yearning.

How could I yearn for a woman I barely know?

Fucke.d if I know.

But I was going crazy with the need to see her. And after what Avery told me the other day about Maria admitting she wanted to be with me, how she sobbed in Avery’s arms, well, I can’t give up yet.

I didn’t even think about what I’d do if Vidal’s men caught me jumping over that wall. All I thought about was getting over the wall and then over the conservatory to reach Maria’s bedroom window. I was going to sneak in and wait for her. If she was already there, I would hold her and tell her not to give up hope and that things would be okay very soon.

I knew it could blow up in my face. I knew Vidal could kill me on sight or take me somewhere and blow my brains out. But Maria would have been worth it all.

What is the deal with that?

However, Maria wasn’t in her room; she was standing in the garden, staring into the darkness, scared because she couldn’t see who was approaching her.

She melted into me when I held her close. Moaned into my mouth when I kissed her. I won’t lie, my fuckin.g coc.k was rock hard just being near her and breathing the same damn air. She smelt so good, and she felt so good in my arms.

I promised Maria everything would be okay. But the truth is, I have no idea if things will ever be okay. As far as I know, Draven is adamant that Maria is going to marry one of his men to save her honor or some bullshit like that. His honor, more like.

I know Draven is a Mafia Don, and appearance is everything to those people. But this is just plain cruel.

How could he force his sister into an unwanted marriage?

Of course, I’ve spoken to Hammer a couple of times to see if he can talk some sense into Draven. Because let’s face it, this is total fuckin' madness!

However, Hammer refused to help me, the man he’s known all his damn life, my best friend’s big brother, my brother-in-law. He’s known Draven was his brother a fuckin' year, and suddenly, he does everything the prick tells him to.

I know that’s his brother, but where the fuc.k do his loyalties actually lie?

Hammer did tell me when he was drunk about the wall in Vidal’s garden that wasn’t guarded for ten minutes each hour as the guards did the rounds and checked everything was secure around the perimeter. Then there’s the fact there’s no CCTV in Maria’s room. Something about Draven not wanting to make her a complete prisoner and not letting anyone see her changing.

Idio.t doesn’t even know what he’s done.

“What you smiling at, Veep?”

“Nothin’ you need worry about, Roman.” I slap him on the shoulder.

Roman is a big bastard of a man and twice as handsome. According to Nova, Roman is the kind of man you find on the cover of a magazine. Tall, full of muscles, tattoos all over his body, and eyes so green they make his tanned body and chiseled jaw stand out. According to the women of the club, Roman is every man and woman’s wet dream.

And don’t the cock.y ass just love hearing that?

I take a seat at the bar next to him. Tammy, Red’s old lady, hands me a beer with a wink. I take a giant swing. It’s nice and cold and goes down the right way, which is just what I need right now.

“What’s going on? You look like the cat that got the cream or the perv that got the puss.y.” Roman laughs.

Ass!

“You went to see her, didn’t you?”

I didn’t even see Tank sitting there at the end of the bar. It’s not like him to be here this late. Not since my sister forbade him from being out late. She’s got him on a short lease.

Tank needs to be home in time to put Ember to bed. Little Madam can scream her lungs out until her dad gets home. I’ve seen her do it. After he’s tucked Ember into bed, Nova lets him out like a good boy.

It makes me laugh. The man never took orders from anyone but Shepard in his life before Nova came alone. But I challenge any man to go against Nova. She’s not the kind of woman you piss off without consequence.

My best friend is married to my baby sister. His brother is married to my other baby sister, and I’m trying to sort things out so I can marry Hammer’s baby sister.

Circle of crazy or what?

“So?”

“So?” Tank slides closer to me. “Are you stupid or something? Were you not warned what would happen if you went near Maria again?”

“How the hell did you even get to see her? I thought Vidal had her under lock and key?” Roman asks.

“Yeah, well,” I smirk while drinking my beer. “I have my ways.”

“This is gonna backfire on you so bad, and I don’t even think you care what that means for the rest of us.”

“It means,” I slam my beer bottle down on the bar, and everyone is looking at me. Like I give a fuc.k, I’m VP! “That I’m claiming what’s mine, just as you did. She’s pregnant with my kid. If any of you fucker.s think for one second that I’m just gonna walk away from that because some jumped-up Mafia King thinks he can scare me, you’re all more stupid than I thought!”

“What the fuc.k is wrong with you?” Tank squares up to me, chest to chest.

Ain’t no one in the world would get away with squaring up to me like this, but we’ve been best friends, brothers, our whole lives. We’ve beaten the shi.t out of each other a couple of times. Fuc.k have we ever. But that’s just who we are.

I know Tank feels like he’s being pulled in every which way right now between Hammer and me, and I’m not asking him to take sides just to understand how this feels.

“There’s a lot wrong with me, Tank! There’s a lot wrong with me, Brother.”

I take a step back. I’m not going to fight Tank.

What the hell would that solve?

Fighting with my own family because I’m frustrated?

It can’t happen. I won’t let it.

“I know this is getting to you, Jett. I know you want to be in your kid’s life, but you have to keep your wits about you. If you want anything to do with that baby, you need to calm the hell down and let Hammer deal with it.”

“He’s not dealin’ with it, though, Tank.” I rake my fingers through my short, dark hair. I’m frustrated to fuc.k!

“Don’t underestimate him, Jett. He’s doing more than you think.”

It can’t be a fat lot, as I don’t think he’s doing anything.

“Just stay away from Maria, Jett. Promise me.”

I look at Tank for a moment before nodding slightly. He’s right; I need to stay away from Maria.

Fuc.k it all!