Dark Destiny (Dark Brothers Book #4) (15 page)

“It was a mistake!” she cries, huffing.

“Jen, talk to me. What the hell’s going on? I thought you liked Ace?”

“I do like him, I really do, but that’s not the problem.”

“Then what is?”

She sighs and puts her head down, stabbing her cake with the silver fork in her hand. “It’s…this lifestyle. I don’t know if it’s for me, you know? I’ve seen what you’ve been through, and Willow, it’s fucked up. I know you deal, because Jagger is your one and only, and that you would go to the ends of the earth for him, but look at how hard it’s been. I don’t know if I’m made for it. It takes a good kind of special to live this life, you are that kind of special, I am not. I’m one of those girls who likes fancy things, I like to be wined and dined, and I don’t think I should try and change who I am. Ace is the opposite, he’s rough, he’s dangerous and he’s not what I planned on having.”

I understand this, I do. My sister has always wanted the fancier things in life. She’s never been much for a rough lifestyle, she’s always been prissier than me.

“It’s ok to know what you want Jen, but you lead him on and that wasn’t fair. You should have told him it would never happen, because you let him fall for you. That wasn’t fair on him, he gave you a lot of himself and you slept with someone else, and didn’t even tell him you were planning to do it. That is what’s wrong, not the fact that maybe he’s not right for you.”

“I know, ok? I know I fucked up. The thing is, even though his life isn’t the life I wanted, I still find myself wanting him, craving him. I don’t want to hurt him, I don’t want to lead him on, but I’m finding it hard to let go.”

I sigh. “Jen, you need to make a choice, and you know it. It’s not fair for you to give him false hope. If you can’t deal with his life, then walk away, it will be hard, it will hurt but it’s better for the both of you. If you decide you can handle his life, then you need to be sure and give him all of you. Ace isn’t a man that settles for second best, he was hurt the other night, he really was.”

“I know, I was drunk, I spat out that I slept with Michael and I know it hurt him.”

“Where does Michael fit into this picture?”

She drops her fork, giving up on her cake. “I met him through work, he’s sweet, charming, rich, and everything I thought I wanted. Then, I slept with him and that spark wasn’t there. It was nothing like what it felt like with Ace. I was put in a situation then, I’m being forced to choose…the lifestyle I want with no passion, or the lifestyle I don’t want with passion. I don’t know how to choose, I really don’t.”

“You need to take some time,” I suggest.

“I know that, trust me, I do. That’s why I told Ace for now, we’re going to take a break. I know I’m risking him not being here when I get back from that break, but right now it’s the only option I have.”

I nod. “I think you’ve made the right choice.”

She smiles, but it’s weak. I decide now is a good time to change the subject.

“How’s Huck?”

She nods. “He’s good, we’ve been catching up more and more.”

“That’s awesome.”

“Willow, yo, you got a visitor.”

I turn, facing Rusty, who is walking towards me with a puzzled expression. We’re still staying out at the house for now, but we will go home soon and begin our lives once more. For now, we all just want the break. Ava and Jenny come and go, Ava is mostly here with Angel, but otherwise she’s at work or home. The guys go to and from work, and Jagger went back to work today, insisting he needed to do it. I get out of my seat and walk towards Rusty, before I reach him, I see a woman step around the side of the house and into view. I stop in my tracks, horrified. It’s Aunt Mary, aka, Aunt Satan, Aunt Haggard, Aunt…whatever.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” I hiss at Rusty.

“Fucks me, she showed up begging to speak to you.”

“She has some nerve,” I say, walking around him and making my way to Aunt Satan.

She stands, her expression carefully blank as I all but charge towards her. When I stop in front of her, she clutches the handkerchief she’s got tightly bound in her hands. Seriously? She is going to try this bullshit? I have no sympathy for the woman, none at all. She’s nothing but a snake in my eyes and will be treated as such.

“You have some nerve showing up here,” I growl.

She nods, actually looking like she understands. “I know I have no right…”

“No right!” I cry. “You betrayed your own nephew, you could have had his blood on your hands, don’t you dare tell me about rights.”

“It was a mistake! I was frightened! I love Johnny, I want him to…”

“How. Dare. You.” I snarl, clenching my fists. “Do you have any idea what he’s been through in the last year? Do you have any fucking idea?”

Her eyes well up, and she nods her head. “I know what I did to him, I don’t want his forgiveness, I just want him to know I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry now? Now that you’re free? Now that you don’t have Mick breathing down your throat? That’s not good enough, and it will never been good enough for him. He’s been living through hell and he’s coming out the other side. I won’t have you coming in and forcing him to go back to hell. It won’t fucking happen, so my suggestion to you, is leave. Get out of our home, and don’t ever come near him again.”

“I just…”

“I won’t ask you again, Mary. I don’t play nice with people like you. Get out, or I’ll make sure you never come near him again. What’s it going to be?”

“If you would just listen…”

“Get out!” I scream.

Rusty comes up behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders. Ace and Angel round the corner after hearing me scream. Their eyes widen when they see why. They both hurry over, their expressions tight.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Mary?” Angel growls.

“I just wanted to see him, to tell him I’m sorry.”

“You have no right. I suggest you do what Willow has asked, and leave. You are not welcome to come anywhere near Jagger, and if you do, we’ll find you and make sure you pay,” Ace snarls.

Rusty steps forward and waves a hand for Mary to follow him, reluctantly she does. Before she gets to the house, she turns to us.

“Just tell him I’m sorry, it’s all I want him to know.”

She disappears around the corner before I can yell obscenities at her. When she’s gone, I turn angrily towards Jenny. She’s staring at Ace, he’s staring at her. My temper is out of control and so I snap, “I’m going out. I need a break. I’m going into town for a few hours. You two,” I indicate between Jenny and Ace. “Sort your fucking shit out.”

Then I turn and walk off, leaving them all speechless. Yeah, well, whatever.

~*~*~*~*

JAGGER

“Where is she?” I ask, throwing my work pack to the ground.

“Went out, in a hiss,” Angel grumbles.

“Where?” I grate out.

“Fuck’s me bro, she was angry.”

“About?”

“Let her tell you.”

“The kids?”

“With her.”

I roll my eyes, Angel and his one word, let’s protect Willow, answers. I dig out my phone and punch in Willow’s number before pressing it to my ear. She answers on the second ring, slurring.

“Baby, where the fuck are you?” I say, before she can get a word in.

“At, home.”

I look around the massive house. I guess she means the other home, ‘coz she sure as shit ain’t here.

“What you doin’ there?”

“Kids were tired, so I just decided to put them down here and stay a night.”

“And then get drunk?”

She giggles. “What? Not drunk.”

“No, not much.”

I am smirking now, I can’t help it.

“Well, I had a bad day.”

“So I heard, I’ll be there in a couple hours. I drove all the way out here, when you were there. Woulda’ saved me some time if you let me know.”

“Sorry honey,” she murmurs.

I fucking love how she calls me honey.

“Well, I’m comin’. You better have something worth comin’ for,” I tease.

“I got plenty for you, honey. You just wait.”

“Be there soon, don’t drink anymore.”

“Aye boss.”

I hang up the phone and turn to face the guys, they’ve set up a poker table. Taking advantage of no women I see.

“Goin’ to get my wife,” I say.

Ace looks up. “She’s smashed yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Want me to give her some?”

I raise a brow. “Some what?”

He chuckles. “My angry voice, it works.”

Ace and Willow have this friendship that most don’t understand. The way they communicate, the way they hug and hang out, most would find over the top. I guess sometimes it’s hard to understand that two people can be that close and just be friends. I understand it, because I know my wife and most of all, I know Ace. He doesn’t make friends easily, and he took a liking to Willow. They understand each other, and there are times he can help her when I can’t. I’ve never felt any sort of jealousy. I suppose it’s something I understand. I’ve seen friendships like it before. It’s good to know he’s got her back when I can’t have it.

“Yeah, go on, wind her up. I’ll catch you guys later?”

They all nod, give me cheers and goodbyes, then turn back to their game. I grip my keys, stare down at my greasy jeans and shirt, and smirk. I’ll leave these on, I know she’ll got bat shit crazy for it.

And my wife bat shit crazy, is hot.

~*~*~*~*

WILLOW

I sway my hips to the music, smiling, happy. I hear my phone ring, and I stare down at the screen. Ace. Great. Did Jagger tell him I’m drunk? He totally would have, because he’s a bully. I pick it up, pressing the answer button. I continue swaying my hips to the music.

“Ace.”

“Smashed, angry and makin’ her man drive to her. Bad form babe.”

“Babe doesn’t suit you, honey.”

“Honey doesn’t suit you, babe.”

I giggle. “What do you want? Did he set you onto me?”

“Nope. Just checkin’ on ya.”

“He set you onto me.”

“You should have stayed here and gotten drunk with us, it’s much better form.”

“Nah,” I say, still swaying.

“Well, your big man is comin’ for ya all greased up and lookin’ sexy as shit.”

“Did you just call Jagger sexy as shit?”

He chuckles. “I know what women like, and trust me, you’ll like.”

“Ah, he knows what women want.”

He snorts. “Big nozzles are the key.”

I giggle. “Go and play, Ace. I’m dancing.”

“Don’t break anything!”

“Yes boss, I love you!”

He’s silent a moment.

“Yeah, love you back, kid.”

When we hang up, I burst out laughing. I think I just stole the words right out of tough Ace’s mouth. That’ll teach him. I shimmy towards the kitchen counter and pour myself another drink. Then I continue to dance until I hear the front door open. I spin, stumbling, and see my husband standing at the door. Holy, sweet, mother, of god! Ace was right, holy fucking shit. Jagger is all greasy. His jeans have black streaks across them, his singlet shows off his arms, which also have grease smudges. His hair is ruffled, messy and hot. His eyes are twinkling with humor. Holy shit, I want to eat him alive.

He saunters over, slow, sexy, teasing me. When he stops in front of me, his hand snakes out and catches my hip. He pulls my body flush against his and he leans down, crushing his lips onto mine. I can smell grease, and oh shit, it’s doing crazy things to my pussy. I press myself against him, reaching up and tangling my fingers into his hair. He growls and grips my hips, lifting my ass onto the kitchen counter and putting his body between my legs. His mouth slides down my neck, nipping a gentle path as he goes. I whimper and arch my hips, wanting everything he can give me.

“Baby, you’ve been bad,” he rasps into my ear.

“Punish me for it, god, punish me.”

He groans and grips my dress, hiking it up to expose my naked pussy. He pulls back, giving me a hot, dangerous look.

“Baby’s got no panties.”

“Whoops.”

He grins and leans in, biting my lower lip. I mewl and grip his shoulders, wanting more. He slides his finger up the side of my thigh and then slips over and into my damp folds. I growl at him, yes growl, and buck my hips, wanting his fingers inside me. He smells all greasy, he looks hot as sin and I want him. I want him all over me. I want him inside me. Heck, I just want every, god damned, edible inch of him.

“Don’t tease,” I groan.

He grins at me, and slowly slips two fingers inside me. His thumb finds my clit and he gently rocks his hand, rubbing his thumb at the same time. I cry out, dropping my head to his chest and biting down. He growls and tangles his other hand in my hair, pulling my head back so he can find my lips. His tongue finds mine, and together they dance until we’re both panting, I’m coming and we’re well and truly ready to fuck. I grip his jeans, fumbling desperately with them. Needing them off. Needing him to give me his cock, full, hard, fast. He pulls his jeans down roughly, and grips my ass, pulling me off the counter and sinking me down onto his length.