Chapter 74: Untitled Chapter

GIANNA

When I finally came to, somehow I knew that I was no longer in the plane. Fluttering my eyes open I find I was in the backseat of a car with Jax beside me and his asshole brother in the front seat.

We weren’t moving which probably means we are at our destination.

I reached my hand upwards to my nape where Dane had jab me with the needle. What a jerk. My movement must have alerted Jax that I was awake.

“Hey, are you okay? ” I didn’t reply, I was busy mentally checking my body without giving myself away, except for the dull ache in my head and the dryness in my throat. I am okay. I still have my clothes on and I wasn’t tied up or anything.

“How are you feeling?” he said, reaching out to touch my forehead. I straighten up in my seat, my eyes taking in my surroundings in the hopes that I might recognize where we are.

“I’m fine,” I replied, pushing his hand away. My narrow eyes now fix on the bastard in the front seat. His dark eyes met mine through the mirror, there was no apology or regret in them which pisses me off more. He pushed his door open and got out of the car. Then he opened mine.

“Come on, sleepy beauty. The time you’ve been waiting for is here, or don't you want answers?” he said with a wink holding the door for me, like he didn’t just stab me and knock me out cold.

He was un-fucking-believeable.

“Where am I?” I directed the question to Jax.

“New York, we’re outside NYME headquarters.” I look out through the glass on his side, to the snowy street and roads where vehicles and a few pedestrians walk about their businesses. It seems we are finally back to reality.

“We can go in now if you’re ready to talk with Ruin. He’s waiting for us. But if you’re not ready. I understand. I can drop you off at your hotel and bring you back later,” he added when I didn’t say anything. I sigh.

“No, let’s go. I need to see him now,” I said with resolve. My brows scrunched when I searched my body but couldn’t find my phone.

“Did you….” I began.

“Here,” Jax said, holding my phone in his hand. I grab it and push it in the pocket of my new jacket.

“I picked it up when I was carrying you out of the plane.”

“Did…did you switch it on?” he grinned.

“No.”

“Thank you.” I said, he nodded, smiling at me as though I said or did something more than thank him.

While he wasn’t entirely innocent he at least knows to respect boundaries. There’s no reason why I can’t appreciate kindness. Jax is better than the asshole he calls his brother.

“Come on then, let’s go get some answers.” I nodded, and watched him get out of the car. I had no choice but to get out too.

I glared at Dane, not moving from the door since he was still standing close. Anger was bubbling inside me for what he did. He arched his brow then took two steps back, sweeping his hand in a let’s go motion.

Jax rounded the car to where we were. He placed his hand on my back trying to guide me but I wouldn’t budge.

“How long was I out?” I asked.

“Three hours,” Jax answered. I glared at Dane. I hated being vulnerable, anything could have happened in the hours I was out.

Damn bastard.

I finally let Jax guide me, but then suddenly turned when I came close to Dane. My hand smacked him so hard right in his arrogant face, instantly pain raced through my palm and fingers which made me clutch my hand with the other.

The jerk didn’t even blink though he probably saw it coming and could have stopped me if he’d wanted. He hadn’t, his left cheek is now a light shade of red, in the shape of my fingers.

“Calm just a little bit?” he asked, arching his left brow. I shake my head in disbelief.

“You’re a fucking psycho. Stay away from me, asshole.”

I whirl and march into the NYME building, Jax following closely behind.

RUIN aka founder/co-owner of NYME was nothing like the image I had of him in my head, he obviously doesn’t have slick oily hair and he certainly doesn’t look disgusting the way I imagined most pimps are.

Though if I’m to be totally honest I don’t even know how or what a pimp was supposed to look like. He’s also younger than I expected, probably in his late thirties, older than Jax and Dane but not by much.

He’s a very handsome man, tall with a combined look of the boy-next door and a surfer.

He obviously works out, he has dark brown hair that was cut short, his eyes were a warm golden brown. He had on dark jeans, a grey shirt and a black leather jacket.

To put it lightly he’s a lady-killer. I mentally scoffed, it seems everyone that works in New York Male Escort is drop dead gorgeous and has unbelievable ripped bodies.

Well, it’s a good strategy for business I guess, good looking people bring in more money especially in the kind of profession they work in.

Coldhearted as I was claimed to be, I can’t say it hurt to look at hot guys. And trust me I’ve seen a couple that would have my head turned if I were to see them on the street.

If I hadn’t met both Jax and Dane and wasn’t pissed, I might have probably been attracted to Ruin. But I’d just gotten my faculty in check, and to me it made no difference.

There was no chemistry, though there’s something that made me tense in his presence beneath the anger I was barely suppressing.

I didn’t know where the sudden anger sprang from, but I was angry with Ruin.