Miah-1(Lane Brothers, Book 2)(46)
I’m a shadow of myself, anyway, unable to move past the slight twitches I get from my arms and legs or the turning of my neck. Miah, that little bastard, keeps me alive because he wants me to suffer.
Unbeknownst to him, I don’t care one wit about living the life I once had or making them feel better about themselves.
I live now because I know that my family will do what is right and get rid of them all, including Ellie, the girl who set this all in motion when she chose Wyatt over my darling boy.
They will all suffer. The best part of the game is that they will never suspect the direction their deaths will come from, because my partner is one who knows how to hide.
***
Jace
I have too much work to do. Yet here I am again, sitting outside Tracy’s house and watching her like some lovesick little asshole who can’t forget his first real love.
But I did. I managed to leave her alone for a long fucking time and do my job the way I was always meant to do it, since my mom was killed and my father planted the seeds of discord that I’ve been fighting since I was a boy.
I don’t love Trace anymore. How can I when I don’t believe in love and believe even less in what little we did have all those years ago?
I’m just infatuated. This is what I tell myself when she walks by her bedroom window in a skimpy satin robe that stretches across her breasts and makes my dick get hard and insistent.
No, I don’t love Trace. Even if I wanted to love her again, I can’t let myself because I’m about to use her to further the mission that me and my brothers are killing ourselves to complete.
Tracy just so happens to be the daughter of a very straitlaced and well-meaning senator, one I need to get to so that I can get the intel I need to stop this shit once and for all.
With that decision firmly in mind, I call Jared and chuckle when he answers with a curse.
“Please tell me you are not sitting outside Tracy’s house again, Jace. That shit is just creepy as hell. Come home and drink if you need to forget, but for God’s sake, stop doing this to yourself,” he begs, making me chuckle all the harder.
“You’re judging me when you spend just as much time watching Paulie Hayes as I do watching Tracy. At least I don’t jack off to memories of her. What’s your excuse?”
“Screw you, asshole. I do not jack off thinking about Paulie Hayes. I just like her. She’s cool and sweet and a lot more intelligent than some of the shitty company I’ve been keeping of late,” he says.
“Whatever, man. I just wanted to tell you that I’m going to do it, bro. We need the senator’s help, and I’m going to get it if I have to marry the woman to do it.”
“Christ, you’re crazier than Roman on a good day, and that fucker is batshit crazy. Do not do this to yourself or Tracy. Please. I remember how you were for months after your split, and I got to see her, too. Just let it go and come home. There are other ways to do this besides breaking her heart again.”
As much as I agree, I don’t think I can stop myself from doing this. I can’t stop myself from going after her again. I want her just one more time so that I can prove to myself that the memories are all a figment of my imagination.
That she’s not as sweet as I keep remembering, and she’s not as sexy or tight as my dick keeps screaming at me.
Trace is simply that imperfect woman I cut loose years ago, and now that she’s back I can kill two birds with one stone and put this ghost to rest.
I’ll fuck her for as long and hard as I can before wooing the hell out of her. I wasn’t lying when I said I would stoop so low as to marry her. I would, and then I’d divorce her and humiliate her the way she did me.
Miah and the guys still believe that bullshit story I fed them about leaving her to pursue my career when that couldn’t be further from the truth. I left her because she betrayed me in the worst way, and I couldn’t be around her anymore without wanting to hurt her like she hurt me.
She’s playing hard to get now, and it’s pissing me off.
“Jace? You still there, man?”
“Yeah, bro, still here,” I mutter, using my night-vision glasses to track her when the lights go out and she starts walking back to her bedroom. Once there, she removes the robe and I growl at the sight of her body encased in silk panties and a tight sports bra that shows off her breasts and the long expanse of her silky legs.
“I gotta go, bro. See you later.”
“Wait!”
***
Trace
He’s still watching me every night and I know it. I feel Jace Lane the way you feel a physical caress, despite the distance of years and the hatred we both feel for each other.
I let him watch for now, because I’m not ready to see him yet or let him know that I see him, but it will happen soon. I’m sure because I can already feel his impatience. He wants something from me. Why else would he want to come near me again unless he’s looking for revenge?