“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Aurelio grunts at me.
“Sure you are.” I smirk, knowing full well I can handle whatever he tries to bring at me.
“Stop, both of you.” Jazzy is now standing between us. “Jake, come with me. Now.” She doesn’t give me a chance to respond before she’s holding on to my arm and dragging me out of thegym. She stops outside the door and spins on me with her hands on her hips. “What the hell was that?”
“What?” I ask, playing dumb.
“Why did you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Fight Aurelio?”
“You mean hit the asshole you were climbing all over in the casino lobby? The one you let kiss you? Gee, Jasmine, I don’t know why I’d want to wipe the smirk off his asshole face,” I deadpan.
“You let Aurelio kiss you?” Carlo asks, walking towards us.
“No,” Jazzy says at the same time I say, “Yes.”
I narrow my glare at her. She narrows hers right back at me.
“I didn’t. I let you think we were kissing. We were not kissing. I wanted to make you jealous,” she clarifies.
“Well, congratulations! Mission accomplished, Jasmine,” I tell her. “I need to get to the office. Your security will be here in an hour. Don’t leave the house and make sure you listen to them.”
“I think that hit Aurelio landed on you knocked something loose in your brain, Jacob, if you think you get to stand here and tell me what I can and can’t do,” Jazzy says.
Fuck, she’s hot when she gets worked up.
“The fact that you’re my fiancée grants me the right to ensure your safety, whatever it takes.” I lean in and press my lips to her forehead, not giving a fuck that her father is watching our little fight? Argument? I don’t know what this is.
“I’m not your fiancée. You haven’t asked me yet. And I don’t even have a ring,” she says.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to remind her that she does have a ring. I put it in her safe last week with my mother’s jewelry. I don’t think Jazzy has even looked at it yet. “I’ll see you tonight,” I tell her instead.
It’s around lunchtime when I get the message.
TC:
Meeting tonight 8pm.
I don’t respond. It’s not necessary. I have to show my face. The last fucking thing I want to deal with right now is The Court. But I also won’t let them push my family’s legacy out.
I’ve thought about it a lot over the weeks since my parents were murdered. There are times where I despise the organization and everything it stands for, but then there are times where it’s handy to have so much pull. Like right now, sitting in the DA’s office.
“Mr. Westmead, you do know what this information will do, don’t you?” he asks.
“I’m aware.” I nod. I was going to hand this shit over anonymously, but fuck that. I want this asshole to know he can’t ignore it. If he does, I’ll make sure he not only loses his job, but he won’t have the opportunity to work in this country ever again.
“The Levines are a highly-respected family. To go after them would be… tough,” he says.
He’s scared. Without a word, I pull out my phone and dial the Vice President. I could go right to the top. I have the POTUS’s direct number as well, but I don’t want to bother him with such a minor issue.
“Mr. Westmead, how are you?” Victor Hughes answers cheerily.
“Hughes, I have a question for you.” I put the call on speaker so this asshole district attorney can hear every word.
“Hit me,” Victor says.