Chapter 3

• JADE
• My uncle might have found me.
• This rang continuously in my head and traumatic events I didn't want to recall kept on replaying in my head alongside. "No," I muttered shaking my head. I needed to leave this place, I needed to move to somewhere else, I needed to escape and lastly, I needed a plan for it. I just had to come up with it quick enough, I had already promised myself I wasn't going to go back. Ever.
• It was the early hours of the morning as we left the bar quietly and drove to Saint's house which was where I would be staying starting that moment. I pretty much learnt he was the owner which Betty talked about and I knew I had to put my guard up around him. I was even more shocked when Rex said, "How don't you know Saint Gennaro Guerra, the infamous man and you live here?"
• And that was when it all clicked. I'd heard lots of stuff about him and let's say none of them were really on the positive scale.
• His house was quite large and beautiful. I scanned the area as we walked in and one thing I noticed was his tight security.
• How the hell was I going to escape?
• I got a room on the second floor, with a change of clothes, pills to calm my headache and dinner even.
• When I was done cleaning up and having my bath, I slept off since I was so tired.
• I needed a plan, I needed one.
• I didn't see Saint the next morning or afternoon when Rex came to drop off my food and by evening, I got a knock on the door from Rex telling me to get ready to head out.
• I was confused but a bit happy since somehow I was leaving here and I might have an opportunity to escape.
• We reached the bar and everywhere looked new and normal like something devasting hadn't occurred there the previous day.
• The first thing I did was hug Betty tightly cause I was tired from everything that had happened so far. Rex sat in a corner and his eyes never left me.
• Before I could even explain everything that had happened to Betty, she already had me dressed and serving customers.
• I looked over each time to see Rex glaring at me and making sure I was still within eye view. I didn't mind to an extent and in a way, I felt free kind of. I wasn't in a stranger's house that I had just met and no one was pointing a gun to my head. My uncle and his men weren't in sight either and I was ready to run for my life anytime.
• I finally filled Betty in on everything that had happened and she in turn told me how scared she was when she heard they took me and how she thought I was going to die.
• "At least you're here, I almost called Suzy for real," Betty said before downing her remaining drink.
• Yes! Suzy! I just remembered.
• I took out my phone and called her and within three dials she picked up. Betty excused herself and left.
• "Hello," She said from the other end, her tone as flat as it usually was whenever I called her.
• "Suzy, I'm in a bad place right now, I need your help," I told her feeling the desperation in my voice.
• She went silent for some time before sighing. "Jade, I won't come back to the house, I'm sorry but I can't,"
• "Suzy I haven't even told -"
• "I can't Jade, I don't want to be involved,"
• "Marcel is missing," I said probably hoping it would change her mind.
• "I don't want to get involved. Bye." And with that, she hung up.
• I let out a sarcastic laugh before chunking down the alcohol in front of me.
• Sisters would be there for you every time. What a funny statement.
• I pretty much just kept on going, shots after shots, downing all the alcohol trying to forget everything. At some point, I thought I saw Saint at a distance but I waved it aside since I might have been starting to imagine things.
• At this point, the bar was pretty much packed and I was extremely tipsy. I looked over once more but I couldn't see Rex. It seemed I was free or maybe they decided to let me be.
• I walked towards the dressing room to rest for a bit and before I could open the door I felt someone come to stand closely behind me. I turned to see Saint, surprisingly. Turns out I wasn't imagining things.
• He cocked a smirk at me and I looked into his eyes, getting lost in them, he didn't look like his normal self; a slightly neutral expression that looked like he was piercing your soul with his eyes. From what I saw, he looked tipsy too.
• Apart from that, all I could see at the moment was his beautiful face and the closeness between us. I looked down on his lips and placed a finger on it while he grabbed my waist pulling me closer to himself. My head felt empty and all I could think about was kissing him, knowing what he tasted like, feeling him. He closed the gap between us, kissing me before I could even do so and I melted into it not thinking twice.
• We made out for some time before we went into the dressing room, taking me with him and bolting the door behind us, all never taking his lips off me.
• Next thing I knew our clothes were dropping drastically on the floor and I was admiring his hot body.
• He ran his hand in my head pulling out the band which held it together.
• "You should let your hair down more often," He said.
• The last thing I remember was him taking out my panties and flinging them away before sliding a finger into me.