Lost in Me (Lost Duet #1)

Chapter Fourteen

Jesse

I continue to make my way through the crowd. I have been watching Emory since she and Shawn came to this fucking place. I watch them dance together and show affection to each other. If they are trying to piss me the fuck off, it is working, and they will both regret pushing my buttons.

I almost lost my shit when I saw what she was wearing. I watched her and Shawn sway to the music, his hands going up and down her fucking body like it belonged to him. It fucking doesn’t. It belongs to me. All of her belongs to me, and it is time I stop playing these fucking games and really remind her who she belongs to.

I finally make it to the bar. I lean against the bar as I watch her sip on the alcoholic beverage that she would never have been allowed to drink if she was with me. The game plan was for her to always give me children, and she can’t do that if she’s drinking.

It seems in my twelve years in prison, she forgot the rules—the rules I have fucking made her memorize. Shawn is remaking her into the person she was before she was with me, and that is not going to fucking happen. Not while I am still alive. I made her into the almost perfect woman. If I only had a few more days with her in that locked room, she would have submitted to me. None of this would be happening right now if she just fucking did what I wanted. Kept her promise of loving me and did what I said.

Our lives would be so different right now if I had planned everything better. If I had made sure she did what I wanted. Of course, I overlooked a few things, and now here we are in this fucking mess.

I take a deep breath and slide closer to Em. I am surprised she is not as much on guard, but since being with Shawn, she has changed a lot. I like her being paranoid and on guard, but it looks like Shawn has undone that behavior as well. Well, that is about to fucking change.

I watch her take another sip of her drink. She slowly turns and faces me. She stops and drops the glass. It falls too fast for me to catch it. It shatters on the ground, and she is frozen in place. I quickly close the distance between us and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her against me. I put my free hand over hers on the counter.

“It looks like you forgot the rules, my Dove. Do you need me to remind you?” I state as calmly as I can. I want to fucking punish her for what she has put me through to get to her. This fucking game is over.

She slowly shakes her head.

I lean into her, my lips almost touching hers. “What the fuck are you wearing?” I ask, looking directly into her eyes. I can see the fear in her eyes. The worry and concern. She has no idea what I am going to do to her. It is going to be a beautiful fucking thing, and this time she will never fucking leave that locked room. It will be her home, her paradise, and she will give me children. She will be the wife I always knew she could be, and she will be mine. All fucking mine.

I pull back to get a better look at her eyes. Her eyes rapidly search mine as she stays frozen. I tighten my grip around her waist, making sure she can’t back away from me. It has been too long since I have felt her, smelled her, kissed her. Her smell is fucking intoxicating. The scent kept me alive in prison. The scent kept me looking forward to my end goal—her.

“No more games, my Dove. It is time you come home,” I can feel her body starting to shake more in my arm. Her body feels so fucking nice against mine. It will be so nice to have her under me again, screaming my name and begging me to stop. It will be a gorgeous fucking reunion between us, one she will never, ever forget.

“I am home,” she whispers in a shaky voice. I pull back a little more to get a clear view of her face. My blood starts to boil with her words, but before I can stop myself, I lift my hand from hers and slap her across the face hard enough that her head turns to the side, now facing the crowd of people. I lean in, placing my lips against her ear as her body starts to shake. “You forget how to talk to me, Dove. But don’t worry, I plan on teaching you again.”

The music turns off. I pull back and look in the direction she is now facing. All the people that were dancing and laughing are now quickly exiting the club through the front and back doors. Shawn and a few of his men are standing in the middle of the dance floor. Fucking perfect. Their hands are in fists. Their breathing is rapid and unsteady. I look at Em. She is staring at Shawn, making my blood boil even more.

“It is time you say goodbye to him, Dove,” I state, looking at her. I grab onto her throat, forcing her to turn her head and look at me. When her eyes lock with mine, I see the tears building and escaping, rolling down her beautiful, flawless face. I lean in and smash my lips to hers. She tries to pull back, but I tighten my grip on her throat, making it impossible for her to get away. I keep my eyes on her as she continues to struggle against me. Fucking turns me on.

I slowly pull back, and when I do that, I feel the tip of a gun against the back of my head. I slowly turn and see Shawn quickly closing the distance between us. I release my hold on Em and bring my hands up.

Shawn grabs onto Em, pulling her away from me. She wraps her arms around his waist and shoves her face into his chest as he wraps one of his arms tightly around her. He quickly reaches behind him and grabs the gun from the back of his pants. He pulls it up and points it at my face.

“You made a mistake coming here,” Shawn states, looking me up and down.

“No, I didn’t. I came for what is mine,” I state, pulling his eyes back up to mine.

“She isn’t yours,” he states through gritted teeth. I know what he wants to do to me, but I also know he won’t do it. He won’t do anything to cause Emory more trauma. He won’t do anything that might take him from her.

“Yes, she is, and she will come with me,” I state, my confidence loud and proud. He doesn’t fucking scare me. I know what I want, and I won’t stop until I have it.

Shawn tightens his arm around Em. I can hear her crying into his chest, refusing to turn and look at me. I want so fucking badly to take her from his arms to make him suffer, to make him suffer for making her fall in love with him. He doesn’t deserve her love. Her love belongs to me.

“Emory, it is time to go, Dove. Tell your playboy goodbye,” I state softly. I will fucking have her. I have come too far to walk away empty-handed. Of course, I could move on to someone else, but I don’t want someone else, I want her. It has always been her.

“I think you have that backward, fucker. I think it is time you say goodbye,” the man states from behind me. I feel him push the gun harder against the back of my head as I keep my hands up.

I look at the front entrance of the club and see about seven cops walk in. The same fuckers that have been trying to follow me but can’t seem to fucking keep up. I know they can’t arrest me, not without letting everyone know they are on Shawn’s payroll. Shawn can’t fucking do shit to me. Not really. He doesn’t realize how little power and control he has, but I am going to show him. I am going to let everyone see him for what he really is. Nothing. Nothing at all.

“Emory, fucking look at me!” I scream as the cops make their way over, putting me in handcuffs.

“Say goodbye, fucker,” Shawn states.

“Emory, I will have you. I fucking swear it!” I scream as the cops force me to walk past Shawn and her. She doesn’t move from Shawn’s arms as they move me toward the front door.

My heart is pounding as they take me outside. All the people that were in the club are standing outside watching as the cops bring me to their car and put me in the back. They force me inside and slam the door. I lean my head against the window as I try to catch my breath.

This is not over. This is far from fucking over.