Page 128 of Bourbon Kingdom
I’d blocked out the hand on the window; I’d convinced myself this wasn’t true. It just couldn’t be true. There was no way that whoever was writing the fucking story of my life could take Jett away. I couldn’t believe it. We were supposed to spend our lives together, we were working things out, and we were finally going to live our lives the way we wanted to. We were finally given a chance.
“This can’t be happening.” I whispered softly, falling into Kace’s arms. “I love him, Kace. I fucking love him; he can’t be gone.”
“Goldie.” that voice haunted me, that deep southern voice haunted me as I cried into Kace. It wasn’t until I was transferred into another set of arms that I looked up to see Jett staring down at me.
At that moment, it felt like my veins busted and white bursts prickled my skin, making me numb and unable to function. His hair was tossed to the side, his clothes were wrinkled, and he was disheveled. His eyes were glistening, and that’s when I realized he was real.
“Jett,” I choked out a sob and squeezed him until I took his breath away. I looked up at Kace, who had his hands in his pockets and was looking down at us. He looked relieved and satisfied. Quickly, he wiped a stray tear, gave me an almost sad smile, then turned on his heels, leaving us in his wake.
I wanted to scream at him not to go, to come hold me as well, but it was time to let him go, to eternally thank him for his friendship, his love, and his protection, and move on.
After saying a silent goodbye, I pulled away from Jett and gripped his face. With shaky hands, I brought him close and carefully placed a kiss on his lips, reveling in the feel of his warmth, of his body pressed up against mine.
His hands ran up my back and carefully gripped the back of my head as he kissed me forcefully. I felt the need in his touch and the tension release from his body at finding me. His lips parted and mine did as well as his tongue slipped into my mouth, pushing our kiss further. Deep yearning ran through me as I straightened and sat on his lap, wrapping my legs around his back, making sure I was as close as I could be to the man.
Needing answers, I pulled away and looked into his deep blue eyes, tears clouding my vision.
“Little one,” he said softly, pulling me into his embrace. I wrapped my arms around him and let his head bury into my hair.
I loved this man, everything about him, from his moody tendencies, to his inability to let go of control, to his kind heart and his rare show of humor. I would bleed for this man, I would kill for this man, I would die for this man. He is my light, my savior, my fucking everything.
“Jett,” I whispered, while shaking my head. “Wh-where were you?” I hiccup-sobbed, sounding not the least bit attractive, but was too far gone to care.I knew there were pools of mucus falling out of me, but I just let it happen, because all that mattered was I was holding my man in my arms.
“You scared me,” he said, while kissing the top of my head. “I couldn’t find you once I found out the club was on fire. All I cared about was finding you,” he said relieved. “When security said they lost you—”
“Wait, what?” I asked, pulling away, completely confused. “You thought you lost me? Do you realize that we all thought you were dead? That we saw someone on the third floor and thought it was you?”
“Why would you?”
“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” I interrupted him. “I tried calling you, but you wouldn’t answer. You always have your phone.”
Jett searched my eyes as he thought about it. “I left it in my office when I left. I was in a hurry earlier. I had some things to do.”
“You left it?” I hit his arm and said, “Don’t ever fucking do that again. Jesus Christ, Jett. I thought you were fucking dead. We all thought you were fucking dead.”
“Shhh,” Jett cooed. “I’m here, little one. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I put you through so much distress.”
“I thought you were dead,” I whispered, burying my head into his shoulder. “Who was on the third floor?”
“I’m here,” he replied softly. “We think it was the girl you ran into. The police found her car not too far away from the club, full of cans of gas, kindling, and a very vivid diary of her plans to take back what she lost.”
“I knew something wasn’t right. I wish I would have gone back and warned you, none of this would have ever happened.”
“There was nothing you could have done.”
I shook my head in disbelief and replied, “I love you. I love you so fucking much. Please don’t ever leave me.”
“I don’t plan on it,” he said, while placing a kiss on top of my head.
“The club. What happened?”
Jett sighed and gripped me a little tighter. “It’s gone.”
“I know,” I teared up again. “Our sanctuary, your beautifully built club is gone.”
He nodded. I felt him sag a little from defeat. I couldn’t imagine what he was feeling. His club, his mansion was his pride and joy. He spoke so highly of the establishment, of what it represented, of what it offered and who it helped. It wasn’t just a home, it was a place of new beginnings, a place full of second chances, a place where family by soul came together.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, while kissing his cheek.
