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This time, my dad went too far, and what I feared the most was that after Lot 17 was acquired, would this all be over? If he didn’t get Lot 17 it sure as fuck wasn’t going to be over, not after tonight.
I pulled on a pair of casual sweatpants as I slipped out of bed. Sleep was no use, I couldn’t even begin to fall asleep with so many thoughts running through my head so instead, I paced my room. I pulled on my hair, the back of my neck, I punched my wall a couple of times, and finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I tossed a T-shirt over my head, grabbed my keys and headed for the passageway that led to the streets of the Garden District without being detected. At least I hoped. If my dad knew about the passageway and informed his minions of it, I was going to be fucked.
Within seconds, I was looking out the window to the underground passageway for any idling cars or anything out of the ordinary. I didn’t see anything that seemed concerning so I squeezed out of the small opening and took off toward St. Charles Avenue, where I had a taxi waiting for me.
I was risking everything to protect Goldie, but I couldn’t stay away, I had to be near her and I had to see if she was okay with my own eyes.
Chapter Thirty-Three
“Walk Off the Earth”
LO
Warm arms circled around my body as my head pounded to extreme levels. I’d been in and out of it but the click of my door and not-so-smooth footsteps up to my bed woke me up. I stiffened from a man’s touch and tried to scoot away in the daze-like fog I was trying to see through.
“Don’t,” I mumbled. “I only want Jett.”
“Little one, it’s me.” His warm southern voice caressed the side of my face.
“No, you can’t be here,” I said while trying to squirm away, but his grip was too tight on me.
“I can do whatever the hell I want, and if that means coming here to make sure you’re okay, then I will.”
I turned in his arms and came face to face with the most beautiful man ever. His hair was pulled in all different directions, like he’d been stressing over something, his face had a delightful five o’clock shadow caressing his jaw, and his eyes carried a lot of worry in them.
My fingers reached out and ran the line along his jaw. His eyes closed from my touch and the grip of his hand on my waist grew tighter.
“You’re here,” I whispered, almost as if I couldn’t believe it.
“Of course I am. I couldn’t stay away.”
“What happened?” I asked while holding my head. “All I can remember is dry humping Francy’s legs, wearing some kind of hat and drinking way too much.”
His hands grabbed mine and kissed the back of them. “That seems about right when it comes to you and drinking.” A small smile spread across his face but was quickly gone when he searched my eyes. His body leaned over me and he clicked on the light that was on my nightstand. Light spread through the small room and lit up the disturbed look on Jett’s face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
His hand reached out and caressed my right eye, which made me wince with a shot of pain coursing through my face.
“Ahh, fuck,” I exclaimed while pulling away.
“Don’t move,” he said softly as he climbed above me and straddled my body. His head hovered right above mine as he examined my eye. Pain was evident in his features while he took his time looking over my apparent injury.
“Let me guess, this isn’t from a random person?”
He shook his head no and lowered his lips so they were only a whisper above my eye. He kissed me lightly and gripped the side of my head with his hands as his lips tried to heal my injury.
When he pulled back, I saw the fear that washed over him, the fear of me being hurt, the fear of losing me. My heart wept for him, for the sadness that this stupid and idiotic situation had brought over us.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, before pulling back and sitting at the edge of my bed with his head in his hands. “This is all my fucking fault and I just don’t know what to do.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. I tucked myself next to him, both of our legs dangling off the bed.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do? No matter what, you’re going to get hurt.”
Fear trickled down my spine as I felt his body start to retreat. His mood darkened and I could see that he was visibly uncomfortable with what he was about to say so I stopped him.
“I swear to God if you try to break this off with me because you want to ‘save’ me, I will cut your dick off so fast you will think there was a drive by machete man that attacked you,” I threatened, using air quotes.
