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“Jett?”
“Hmm?” he asked into my hair.
“You know, last night, when you said—”
“I love you,” he finished for me.
“Yes, did you mean it?”
“I mean everything I say to you, Goldie, don’t second guess that. I love you. I never thought I would find this feeling, this excitement, when it came to falling in love, but it’s here; it’s so fucking prevalent in my body that I sometimes don’t know what to do with it.”
Swallowing hard, I nodded and said, “Well, um, I just wanted to tell you that I love you, too. I know I didn’t say it last night, but I wanted you to know.”
Pulling me on top of his body, Jett placed both of his hands on my cheeks to look me in the eyes and said, “Thank you, little one. I’m so sorry for everything I put you through, and I am beyond grateful for your understanding and for your love. I can’t tell you how much it means to me.”
I was about to answer when Jett’s phone that was on the nightstand of my bed started ringing. I looked over for him and saw that it was Kace calling.
“It’s Kace.”
Jett took a deep breath and reluctantly reached over to grab his phone, while still holding onto me; clearly, he didn’t want me going anywhere.
“This better be good,” Jett said, answering the phone.
Jett was silent as his jaw grew tighter and tighter. I could hear Kace’s voice, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. Whatever he was telling Jett, it was not something Jett really wanted to hear, because when he hung up, he tossed his phone to the side and ran his hands over his eyes.
I swear to God, if whatever Kace told Jett was going to once again prolong the moment that I could stay wrapped around him, someone was going to be castrated, and since Kace was the man who delivered the information, it wasn’t looking good for him right now.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, just as Jett slipped out from under me, leaving me cold. I pulled the blanket on my bed up around my chest, so I didn’t feel as exposed when Jett spoke to me.
“No,” Jett gruffed out, as he started to dress himself.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
“No, this doesn’t concern you,” Jett said, falling back into his old, non-expressive ways.
Grabbing my robe, I threw it over my body, tied the knot, and stood in front of him while he buttoned up his shirt.
“Jett Colby, you better tell me what’s going on, or I will push you out the door and send you on your way; I don’t care how much your dick swallows me. I will not stand by while you once again keep everything from me, do you hear me? This is not a fucking joke.”
Realizing the pattern he was slipping back into, he raked his hand through his hair and then grabbed my hands. He kissed my knuckles and said, “You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m just so used to taking care of everything. I’m sorry.”
Well, pinch my nipple right off, the man knew how to recognize when he was wrong. I wanted to hang my jaw in surprise, but knew it wasn’t the time; I would gloat by myself later over my small victory.
“Thank you. So, what did Kace tell you?”
Jett took a deep breath and said, “Rex Titan was found dead in his home; he hung himself, what seems to be a few days ago.”
Just like that, everything around me blurred as Jett’s words rang through my head.
Rex Titan was dead.
Chapter Thirty
“Run Run Run”
JETT
The car ride to the Lafayette Club fell silent between Goldie and myself. After the phone call from Kace, the jovial mood we’d been experiencing turned sour quickly, and not because Rex committed suicide, which was shocking news to find out, but because of Goldie’s reaction.
