Chapter 28
*****Jaxon's POV*****
I sat at the desk, surrounded by piles of paperwork and a phone ringing off the hook. I had been holed up in this office for hours now, trying to manage various aspects of the organization while keeping an eye on the safety of my new wife Faye.
I felt guilty after last night... guilty for wanting to fuck the shit out of her.
It took practically everything in me to hold myself back. So instead, I fell asleep like a pussy with her wrapped up in my arms. Despite how good it felt, I denied the feeling of losing my power - especially to a female that I didn't even marry for love.
I left her early this morning as she still slept, deciding that I had better things to do in terms of tracking down the men who bravely thought they could sabotage us with that petty crash yesterday.
Bastards.
I also had a lot of questioning to get around to - having also dragged my cousin over to the safe house with us - I wasn't quite satisfied with him showing up at my wedding with Nonna and I was determined to get to the bottom of it - today.
"Yo boss man!" I look up to find Nolan rushing into the office like an idiot on the loose.
"I don't have time for your shit!" I complain, as he clutches his chest dramatically and wheezes for air - signalling that he had in fact ran up here.
"Fucking hell! Why are you having a damn asthma attack? What the fuck are you doing?!" I slam my current paper onto the desk, bored of the sight of it, as I eye him cautiously.
"Faye..." He manages to say, before he throws his head back and sucks in another breath.
"What's happened?" I question instantly, feeling that familiar pull towards her with just the mention of her name.
"Y-Yeah... more than fine actually... but you won't like it!" Nolan looks at me, his eyes showing slight concern which only angers me.
"Nolan if you've fucking ran away up here to not tell me what you came here for then fuck off I'm busy!" I rage, feeling stressed with the situation as the desk phone rings for another time.
I pick up the phone, feeling every ounce of patience I had left leave my body, before I smash it down onto the floor watching it break into pieces - feeling satisfied from the result.
"Now, now, Papa Bear! No need to get aggressive before I've even told you what the damn problem is!" Nolan throws his hands up in disbelief at my temper as I throw him a glare.
"JUST SAY IT!" I roar, as he holds his forehead in exasperation.
"Well you see Uh... Faye is... outatthepoolinabikiniandallofyourmenhavealreadynoticedher." Nolan suddenly darts out the incoherent sentence as I squint my eyes at him.
"What in the name of hell are you trying to fucking say?!" I rage, as he groans in annoyance.
"FAYE IS OUTSIDE AT THE POOL IN A BIKINI AND ALL OF YOUR MEN HAVE SEEN HER AND ARE HOVERING AROUND LIKE FLIES!" He suddenly shouts each word at me, as my body stiffens - filling with complete and utter fury.
"Tell me that you're just up here to piss me off and that that isn't actually true..." I all but whisper, as he eyes me warily.
"No It's true." He confirms, as I waste no time on storming past him, down the hallways, down the stairs, and in hunt for the pretty little thing who had disobeyed my rules.
"WHERE IS GREY?!" I shout back at Nolan who hurries behind me like the tattle tale he was being today.
"I don't know... Mike hasn't been around today either..." He comments, as I stomp down each step - watching some of the men turn away from me to avoid my temper.
"So she's just out there on her own?!" I snap, as I walk in large strides towards the back garden.
I'm going to kill her.
Right enough, when I step out onto the lawn, there she is.
Oiled up and sunbathing in a black bikini, as my men walk around outside and make themselves look busy.
Like fucking predators stalking their prey.
"EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU MOTHER FUCKING BASTARDOS BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE YOU MEET A BULLET!" I demand authority, watching the men jump and practically scamper back indoors at my presence.
My eyes meet Faye, who was now sitting up in shock, as she pulls her sunglasses down her nose. Her eyes wide and alert, meanwhile her mouth hangs open ever so slightly as she gapes over at me.
I'll fucking put that mouth to use...
I stalk towards her across the grass as she visibly stiffens - knowing I was pissed off.
"Princess tell me something... do you struggle to remember the things I tell you or are you just deciding to be a fucking bitch today to piss me off?!" I roar, stopping directly in front of her - casting my large shadow over her small frame.
"N-No I... I just thought that... maybe..." She stutters to find a plausible excuse, as I tightly fold my arms to avoid slapping her across her face.
"Silly, silly little girl... do you know who these men are princess?" I mock, as she pales at my steady tone.
"They work for you..." She whispers, as I snigger at the comment.
"Oh not only that! They kill for me... they torture people for me... they are some of the baddest men you'll ever cross paths with Faye... men who wouldn't hesitate on pulling you into a room behind my back and fucking the shit out of you..." I grit the words out, angry at the thought.
I knew deep down that none of the men here would actually attempt that with her, knowing I would have them strung up by their balls if they did... but I didn't like to take any chances and if it meant having to scare her into following the rules then so be it!
"IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!" I shout down at her next, as she instantly shakes her head - water pooling in her eyes at my harshness.
"I didn't think so. Now get up and go to your fucking room!" I snap, deciding to walk away from her - hearing the confirming crunching of the grass behind me which signifies she was following me back indoors.
I felt a slight tinge of guilt hit my chest, but I shrug it off - knowing she needed the tough treatment. Unless she wants to wind up dead that is...
I'm not taking any fucking chances!