“Not much,” I said.
Chapter 21
Jace
Going to Wellfort was more nerve-wracking than going to the Ex Machina headquarters with a twenty percent chance of them gunning me down on sight. I stood behind my bar and filled a shot glass with scotch, knocking it back and pouring myself another.
“You want one?” I asked.
Kendall, sitting at my table, was pulled from some inner thought. She looked up from the notebook in front of her and shook her head. She hadn’t written anything for several minutes.
“No, thank you,” she said.
“Suit yourself.”
I downed the second shot and then brought the bottle to the table, sitting down across from her. Like me, she’d been a lot quieter on the way back from Wellfort than on the way in.
Leaning back in my chair, I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of the scotch thawing the iceberg in my stomach. It was a bad idea to go there today, there was too much other shit going on.
Not just that shitstorm at the biker bar, either. Word was that some of my guys were turning up dead here and there. Not many, just higher than the average level for people in their demographic, the active criminal demographic.
Things were ramping up, and I had an entire fucking country to search so I could find where the Picollis’ new base of operations was. So far we had one lead. My contacts in the police said that one of my cadaver mugshots was almost certainly a known thug from Chicago.
That’s where I had to focus my… I got the feeling I was being watched. When I opened my eyes, the mystery was solved. Kendall was looking at me with such obvious pity that I felt a flare of anger.
I was Jace Motherfucking Barlow. I owned this city. Pity me? I felt my skin prickling as my blood rushed. Kendall stood and walked around the table until she was standing beside my chair. She hitched her skirt up a bit before she lifted a leg over and straddled my lap.
Good girl… that’s just what I need. Fuck my problems away…
I reached between her legs, cupping that sweet pussy of hers through her panties, and felt my middle finger nestled in along the length of her slit. My God, I wanted to touch her every second of every day.
“Wait…” she said.
Kendall held my wrists and pulled my hand away from her, placing both of my palms around her upper thighs just below the hem of her high-riding skirt. If any other girl had ever told me to wait, I’d have thrown her out of the room and had the next one sent in. I clenched my jaw and looked up at her.
Once she was reasonably confident that my hands weren’t going to wander when she let go, she reached up and cradled my head, with her palms along my jawline, her fingers near my ears and her thumbs gently stroking my cheeks. Her touch was so tender, so soft, that it was almost as if she was handling me like a Ming Vase, something precious and breakable.
I looked at her with the most incredulous expression I could muster, and she just looked straight back at me. Straight through me, almost, into my soul.
“Jace? Listen to me, because I… I don’t think anybody ever told you this. I am so sorry for what happened to you-”
“It doesn’t m-”
“No. Listen. I am sorry for what you went through, Jace. Look at me. You were just a little boy. You didn’t deserve to have your home and family ripped away. It wasn’t your fault. You shouldn’t have been thrown into that hellhole. Somebody should have been there to tell you that everything was going to be OK.”
Kendall’s face was streaming with tears by now, but she didn’t let go of my head to wipe them away. With a jolt of shock I realized that she was, in fact, using her thumbs to wipe tears off my face.
What in the fucking hell was this? I thought I knew what power was… but this girl had me mesmerized, enthralled. She was the powerful one, and she had more to say.
“I wish I could, I don’t know, travel back in time so I could tell you. I’d tell you that all this… all this shit, isn’t forever. I’d tell you that there’s nobody in the whole world like you and everything is going to be OK and I’ll be waiting for you.” Kendall pulled my head against her chest and I shut my eyes, shut out the world.
This penthouse was supposed to be my bomb shelter, my safe place, and my home. Being in Kendall’s arms felt more like those things than the expensive surroundings ever had.
How was that possible? I had billions of dollars that the IRS had no fucking clue about, more weapons than my two and a half armies could wield, and I could probably throw Kendall thirty feet one-handed. But I needed her as much as I needed oxygen.
After some unknown quantity of time, Kendall pulled my head away. I opened my eyes to see a wet spot on her shirt, where it stuck to her perfect body, before I looked up to her face again. She held my gaze for what seemed like forever before she spoke again.