She watched me get my clothes on, “Where the hell do you think you’re going? You’re supposed to be making love to me all night long.”
“Nah, you can get one of the bunnies downstairs to take my place.”
She got up, now in a rage, “Where are you going? Back to that woman? Are you going back to her? I heard you! I heard you two arguing! You can’t go.” She stood in front of the door.
I simply pushed aside, this woman had lost her fucking mind, and I had to get out of there before I did something I would regret.
“No!” She screeched and used her fists to beat down on my back. “You can’t go!”
“What the fuck Vida!” I turned and picked her up and put her down on the bed.
“I forbid it! I’m your ol’ lady. You have to listen to me!”
My eyes nearly burst clear out of my head, “The hell you are my ol’ lady. My woman wouldn’t just throw her pussy at whoever was passing by. My ol’ lady wouldn’t be a selfish strung-out junkie. My ol’ lady?” I scoffed at the thought before I turned back and walked out the door, “Not even in my fucking nightmares.” I slammed the door and walked quickly past everyone on the balcony, the stares, and whispers enough to let me know they’d heard. The music was still blasting, but there were fewer people than before. I turned one of the corners, and Vale bumped right into me. I fell into my fighting stance instantly.
He put his hands up, “Storm! Not Vale!”
“You’re going to fucking regret this! You and that simple bitch!” Vida screamed from where she was standing at my door
I exhaled, shook my head, and pushed by him, too much shit was happening right now, I felt trapped. I walked by Keeley and Wire, completely ignoring my president's voice calling me as I made my way to my bike and took off.
Chapter 20- Jazmine POV
Jazmine POV
I looked at the canvas sitting in front of me. It was full of blacks, reds, and purples; angry colors. I was angry. I was beyond fucking angry. I let myself get close to Ink and that little girl. Even when I figured out he wasn’t just a random townie who got abducted, but in a club deep into some of the shit I’d sworn I would never be a part of again, I still let myself get close to him.
The rawness of him captivated me. To watch him and Angel come from complete darkness to finally living life meant everything to me. I started just wanting to help them, maybe make up for some of the bad I had turned a blind eye to in my younger years. Somehow along the way, I had fallen for the broken man.
Now I was sitting here with a broken fucking heart, lonely and horny as fuck because his ex showed up on the scene. Or was it his ex? I shook my head, trying to be understanding. Ink had literally been ripped from all of their lives, and maybe she loved him the way he deserved to be loved. Maybe they were just picking up where they had left off. It wasn’t his fault I’d caught feelings.
I put another coat of the bright red paint on the canvas, and no matter where I went with the brush, the calm it usually brought with it was nowhere to be found.
“Shit!” I screamed and pushed the easel and the messy canvas to the ground, the red paint splattering against my big shirt.
I heard tires squeal to a stop in the front of the house.
He’s come back.
I tried not to be happy about it, but I was. I quickly pulled the dirty shirt over my head and dug into my drawer to pull out a clean one. I pinched my cheeks hard to bring some color to my face. The crying fit I’d when he left earlier left me looking pale and worn out.
An aggressive knock came from my downstairs door, and I ran down the stairs and opened the door.
My stomach dropped; it was the woman. Vida.
She pushed into my house, “Where the fuck is he?”
“What the fuck? Who the hell invited you into my house. Step off!” I grabbed her shoulder and tried to push her back out the door.
She turned quickly in my grasp, and a thin sharp blade was now pointing directly at my neck.
I didn’t want to kill this woman, not when she meant so much to Angel and Ink’s family, but now it looked like I was going to have to.
“I said, where is he?”
“Who?” I asked quietly.
“Don’t play stupid with me, bitch! Ink! Where is he?”
I looked around like she had lost her mind, “How the hell am I supposed to know? He left with you.”
“Hmm, fine, but let me tell you something in case you’re getting any ideas. Ink is mine. You get your fucking claws out of him before I put my claws in you.” She snarled in my face, and I saw red.
I grabbed her wrist and turned it the opposite way, I knocked the knife out of her hand, and it tumbled down to the floor. She cried out in pain, and I reached behind my back and pulled my gun. I had it pointed directly at her head before she could even stand up straight.
“Now I’m going to tell you this. I don’t have my hooks into anyone if you and Ink are happy. Good for you. But if you come in my space again to insult or threaten me, that will be your last breath. Ink can hate me if he
