Even her bōjutsu skills were entertaining. It was one thing toperform, but it was another to fight, and not many trained like sheand I obviously had. She was so full of surprises, and I couldn’twait to find more.
After I had left her in her cage, I headed toward my security room onthe first floor. I knew the cage would be a sure way to get Jaden’sattention as defying me meant consequences she would seriously wantto avoid.
I opened the door to find Scott sitting atthe desk containing all the computer monitors that displayed thefeed from the cameras around the estate. All of our guns andammunition filled the cages connected to the walls; the servercontaining all the auction history, buyer information, andacquisitions stood in the back of the room with special provisionsto keep it secured from any potential threats.
This was a secret tool of mine if a businesspartner ever tried to fuck me over. I had a good majority of theirillegal activity, and not only would they receive a bullet from me,but their families would also get to know all their dirty littlesecrets. There was no connection to me, of course, but I likedhaving an extra weight over their heads just in case.
Scott glanced over at me while he rested hischin in the palm of his hand. A smirk was ready to form on his faceas I walked over.
“What’s she doing?” I asked and sat downon the second chair next tohim.
“Shivering,” he replied without looking atme.
I stared atthe monitor and noticed Jaden had, in fact, curled into herself,her knees tucked to her chest and her arms hiding inside her dressas she laid on her side.
I relaxed back and stared some more,watching her attempt to keep warm to no avail. If she were looking for warmth or comfort in that cage,she wouldn’t find it. I purposely made sure that metal stayed coldby keeping the temperature down there an extra ten degrees belowthe upstairs temperature. I wanted her to need my body heat when Ifinally let her out so that she would have no choice but to meltinto me instead of cringing away. I planned to get inside her headthat way. Punish her and then comfort her afterward. I knew therewas no way her mind and body would deny her comfort if itwas needed and I presented it.
“She’s one hell of a fighter,” Scott said,breaking my train of thought. “I have to give her that.”
“Yeah, she does have some skill,” I replied.“But it’s nothing I need to worry about. I can handle her justfine.”
“I bet she could kick Dominick’s ass, though.” Scott laughed.
I chuckled at that, too. My youngest brotherwas twenty-two, and even though he was six foot one and one hundredand sixty pounds, he still wasn’t much of a fighter. I had beentraining him for as long as I could remember, but he was a littlebusy running the clubs in Vegas and having fun with girls to botherkeeping up with it. He knew enough to keep himself out of trouble,but his skill wasn’t where I wanted it to be.
“Probably,” I joked. “Have you heard fromDan?”
“Last I checked he was still waiting to hearback from Juan.”
I nodded. My middle brother, Daniel, washandling a shipment of firearms for me in Panama. He had beenwaiting for our buyer, who wasrelatively new to the game, to get the cash cleared, but this shitwas taking too long and it was making me nervous. Normally, Ididn’t deal with new meat in the market, but I was doing it for abusiness associate who had a connection I was looking for thatwould work well for me in the future. These shitheads had betternot fuck this deal up because if anything happened to my brotherdown there, there would be a shitstorm waiting for that cartel.
“I’m gonna hit the gym,” I said standing up.“Let me know if you hear from Dan.”
“Yep,” Scott replied.
I left Scott and headed to my room to changeout of my now fucked-up black slacks and traded them for some trackpants and my Adidas. Jogging down the stairs, I walked into thegym, turned on some Limp Bizkit, wrapped my hands, skipped thegloves, and went straight for the heavy bag. I still had so muchenergy pent-up after that nice little battle with Jaden, and Iwanted to take it out on something that wouldn’t break in half whenI was done with it.
Over and over, I slammed my fists into thebag, sending it flying all over the place while I circled it. Jabafter jab, hook after hook, I kicked and pounded the bag until mymuscles ached and my arms and legs grew heavy. But even then, Iwasn’t satisfied.
Unwrapping my hands, I headed over to thetreadmill and ran until I losttrack of time. With every step, Jaden lingered on my mind like anaddiction I couldn’t fight. I didn’t know how to bring her to herknees without breaking her fully. I feared that if she became tooobedient, she would bore me. I needed to keep her fight alive, allthe while keeping her fear of me just as strong. Her fear anddefiance turned me on in a way I had never experienced. I knew Iloved the challenge in all of this, and now that I had exposed mytrue intentions, I wondered if Jaden would fight me even harder. Ihad just pocketed her reproductive rights, after all.
Thinking about Jaden as my wife had methinking of all kinds of different scenarios in my head and abouthow well she’d fit into the role. Seeing her domesticated, takingcare of my children and me had myinsides warm, and I honestly liked the idea. And then whenbedtime came, she’d fall rightback into my feisty little slut when I’d
