Bradley’s name flashes on my phone. I swipe my finger across the screen to answer his call. My brows draw down. Either someone died or something is really wrong. He never calls me this early. Brad is neverawakethis early.
“What happened?” I ask, sitting up in bed.
“Turn on those creeper cameras you have of our Jazzy. You’re going to want to see this,” he says.
“First, she isn’tourJazzy. Second, what the fuck is she doing? Where is she?”
“If you want to see, you’ll find her,” the asshole says, and then he cuts the call.
I get out of bed and walk into my office, buck naked. Sitting at my desk, I fire up my screens and then log into my spyware. It takes two minutes to find her. Two agonizingly long fucking minutes.
“What the fuck is she wearing?” I say out loud. To the empty room. Moving my mouse, I zoom in on her. She’s in the casinolobby, wearing a thin scrap of material I’m sure she thinks is a dress.
Jazzy is with her brother CJ. How he’s letting her walk around in that state, I have no idea. Her face lights up with a huge smile, and for a split second, I let myself believe it’s directed at me.
And then I watch as she runs and jumps on a man, her arms wrapping around his neck. My jaw clenches. I have no idea who the fuck it is. The asshole picks her up and spins her around. I grab for my phone and dial Bradley back.
“You find her?” he asks.
“Who the fuck is she with?” I grunt.
“I have no idea.”
“Did she mention she was seeing someone new?” I press him.
“No, she didn’t.”
“Yeah? Then why the fuck am I watching her throw herself all over some asshole in the casino lobby?” My jaw clenches tighter when I watch the two of them talk. He’s going to fucking kiss her. I know I have no claim on her, but she had my lips on hers not even twenty-four hours ago. “He’s fucking kissing her,” I grit out.
“Well, she is a grown-ass woman, Jakey Boy. If she wants to kiss someone, she can,” Brad says, humor evident in his voice.
“I got away with murder once. I can do it again.”
Brad is one of the few people who knows what I did and exactly what I had to do to cover it up.
I close my eyes and inhale. She does this to me. No one else ever rattles me like this woman can. I’ve never felt the need to make someone bleed, unless it was someone who was touching her.
“Okay, calm down. Don’t do anything you can’t undo. Do not, and I repeat,do notgo down to Aces and cause a scene. TheCourt’s eyes are everywhere, Jacob. Don’t be stupid and put her on their radar,” Bradley warns, his tone more serious now.
He’s right. I can’t put her on their radar. But fuck if I’m going to sit by and watch her throw herself at some asshole. It was easier when she was on the other side of the country and I could pretend she wasn’t seeing anyone.
Now, she’s here, and this shit is right in front of my face. I can’t do it. “I’m going,” I tell Bradley.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “I’ll meet you there. Let me talk to her first.”
“If you get there before me, sure.” Cutting the call, I head back to my bedroom and get dressed.
Then I pick up my wallet, phone, and keys, and stomp my way outside, messaging my driver that I won’t be needing him this morning. I head straight to the garage and climb into my Bugatti Chiron. Pretentious as shit, I know. But this car is fast and I don’t care how many road rules I break to get to the Strip.
Ten minutes. That’s how long it takes before I’m pulling into the valet at Aces and handing my keys over.
“Not a fucking scratch,” I tell the young kid whose eyes light up at the sight of my car.
“Yes, sir.” He nods.
Walking into the lobby, I pull out my phone and scan every camera, looking for Jazzy. I find her in a coffee shop, still with that asshole. I know exactly where this coffee shop is located.
My feet are moving. I have no idea what I’m going to say to her. I just know I want her away from any guy who’s not me. I’m aware that, that’s fucked up. But fuck it. She has always beenmine. Just because I can’t have her doesn’t mean I’m letting anyone else in this fucking city have her either.