Heartless - Jade West Page 0,50

since I knew what dreams like that really were.

“No,” I said, but his mouth was back on my neck.

My hands were weak against him. My stilettos were unsteady.

“No,” I said again, but he didn’t listen.

“I mean it,” I said. “Get back to that fucking party and get some other girl.”

His eyes were darker than ever when they met mine, his breaths were fast, and his dick was hard.

“I’m Elaine Constantine,” I told him. “Rebecca damn Marsh is a lie.”

“I don’t give a fuck who you are,” he sneered. “Tonight, your damn pussy is mine.”

He didn’t know who I was. Holy shit, he didn’t know who I was.

He didn’t know he was signing his death sentence if anyone in my world found out about this, and my threats wouldn’t make any difference to him. Stephen from London was going to take me.

“Let me go,” I told him. “Seriously, Stephen, you’re going to be so fucked if you don’t let me go.”

But that’s one thing about the girl who always lies . . . nobody ever believes her when she tells the truth.

Another sneer. I’d pushed him too far. I’d pushed him hard enough that he was losing his shit rough enough to hurt me. He slammed me harder into the wall, and this time it hurt. It hurt enough that I should’ve liked it.

“Shut the fuck up,” he snarled at me. “Believe me, baby, you’ve cost me enough time already. You’d better buckle up. I’ll be claiming the whole damn lot of it back.”

“No,” I said. “I don’t want it. I don’t want you.”

He didn’t listen. He didn’t want to listen.

“It’s gonna be a long, dirty, slow fucking ride, baby girl,” he said. “Just as well the drummer ain’t back until morning.”

19

Lucian

I was pacing like a madman when the cab finally showed up on the street outside Spirit Club. I was a charging bull when I leapt forward in my seat and told the driver who I was.

“You get me to that fucking venue,” I snapped at him, and he was already nodding, crapping himself in the driver’s seat.

Every second felt like a year on that journey. The tracker was in some house down on the west side. Another hovel on top of a hovel.

The tracker didn’t move a meter the whole journey.

“Come on,” I snarled at the driver. “Faster.”

He couldn’t go any faster. There were drunken assholes in the street singing bullshit songs and swaying across the road when we tried to pass them. So, I did it. I used the Morelli title to get me what I wanted, regardless of the cost. I ordered the cab driver to run the assholes down, but he was a statue in his damn seat until I barked at him.

“Run the drunken cunts down! Now! Or I’ll get you the fuck run down next time you step out in this place!”

He listened. Good call, asshole. The cab screeched forward, and the morons bailed out of the way. Just the one of them was slow enough to smash off the front bumper and collapse to the floor. I didn’t even glance behind to see if he was moving.

“Faster!” I snapped again, and the driver was nodding, screeching that cab around the street corners.

He pulled up outside the house so fast that the brakes slammed on and sent me lurching forward. I didn’t care. I was already scrambling out of there. The cab pulled away from me at full acceleration without waiting for the fare, and I didn’t care about that either. It was a house party, and I was straight up to the front door of the shithole, elbowing my way past fools and storming my way towards my Elaine.

Because that’s what she was.

She was my Elaine. My Elaine Constantine.

I barged my way through the final few partiers, plowing into a mess of a kitchen space, but she wasn’t there. There was a green-haired slut standing where the tracker was pointing me, and one shove of her aside told me all I needed to know.

Elaine’s clutch bag was on the sideboard amongst the beer bottles.

My blood froze in my veins.

I grabbed it and looked inside. Everything was still in there – cell, keys, and cash. Her stash of coke was in the lining, untouched.

No. It couldn’t be. She couldn’t be fucking gone.

But she was.

My Elaine was gone.

I gripped that clutch tight and charged around that place like a maniac, looking in every single damn space and shadow on the ground floor. I grabbed people