Serial Volume Three by Lily White, Jaden Wilkes Read Free Book Online

time Pet met Patty. It might be time I integrate her fully into my life.
    I couldn’t wait to see if she could kill.

Chapter Eight
    Ronnie
     
    “Jude, baby. Would you hand me the remote control? I hate this movie and want to watch something else.”
    Twisting his strong and lean body over to reach the remote on the table, Jude was silent as he moved to comply with my request. He’d been anxious lately; a little too rough when fucking me and a little too distant when his dick wasn’t in my body.
    “Here.” He dropped the remote on my stomach, the tone of the one word he’d spoken cold and unapologetic. My legs were draped over his and our bodies were languid in my bed. He’d removed all my clothes when he came in the room tonight, telling me he liked the look of my skin. I’d expected sex, but his mind was somewhere else.
    I was a possession to him. The feeling of being owned growing progressively worse as the days went on. Some nights, he was on fire, fucking me in every position possible and showing me things about myself that I’d never thought were possible. Most times, I couldn’t believe that I enjoyed the pain he gave me, especially after enduring the abuse from Billy. But it was a different kind of pain, the type that told me I was cherished and that I was the type of woman that men liked to hurt.
    Jude hurt me, but I enjoyed the hurt, and for that I could be thankful.
    The television blared, the rerun I was watching of some mafia series that barely interested me. People screamed as the main character rushed in to settle a debt.
    “What is this garbage you’re watching?” Jude complained in a sleepy tone. “Turn it off. The relentless screaming is giving me a headache.”
    “The show is alright. It’s about a mafia king who runs a crime network, but doesn’t send out his cronies to do his dirty work. Any person who owes him money and doesn’t pay up is killed off.”
    Jude blinked and shook his head in disgust. “First off, Pet, you have your terminology incorrect. There is no such thing as a Mafia King . There are mob Bosses , sometimes even referred to as the Godfather. But never a King. The mafia is not a monarchy. And what kind of asinine screenwriter would have the boss doing his own dirty work? Plus, killing everybody who owes you money? How will he ever get paid? None of it makes sense. Turn this shit off.”
    I hit the button on the remote and sighed.
    “What’s on your mind tonight, Jude? You seem distant.”
    “Just tired from work.”
    “Is that why you got home late?”
    He was silent, and I wasn’t surprised. He was always quiet about where he went late at night, about what it was about his job that was so distressing.
    Over the weeks I’d lived with him, he’d told me about his family and especially about his parents. I was terrified to meet them this weekend, but fascinated.
    The stories he told me made me feel things too. Things I hadn’t felt since I was young and would accompany my mom at her work. It had been a long time since I was in the house of a wealthy person, but the bits and pieces I did remember from my youth came springing back every time he told me about his life.
    “I don’t want to do this tonight, Pet.”
    His words startled me and I twisted around to look at him. “Do what?”
    “This!” His hands spread out as he motioned around the room. “I’m not the type of man to play house. I don’t want to come home and tell you about my day. I don’t want to cook dinner together every night and then come back here to watch television. My life is more important than that.”
    A normal woman would have cringed at that moment, upset by his tone of voice and the cruelty of his words. But what he’d said had been a walk in the park compared to what Billy used to say to me. I was thick skinned when it came to words. It was fists that were the hardest to handle.
    “Fine. I’m sorry I asked.”
    When he looked at me, there was an odd expression on his face.