Jagger POVThe way Calliope was looking at me was going to torment me for the foreseeable future; the way her eyes scanned my features as if trying to read me made me want to drop everything, scoop her into my arms, and leave. “Hey, you needed to see me?” I let out as I walk into Wyatt’s office. Wyatt has been going through hell and back with his kids. It’s like he is trying to form a fucking soccer team. It’s ridiculous. He looks like he aged twenty years in the last four years. Being a father has become his main focus, but obviously, he still runs the business. Wyatt leans back in his chair and takes a deep breath as his eyes meet mine. Immediately, I feel the tension in the air as I walk deeper into his office, standing by his desk. “This is not easy,” Wyatt finally says, and I frown, shoving my hands into my pockets. I hate when he takes his sweet ass time to tell me what is going on. I raise my eyebrows as I look at Wyatt, seconds away from losing my shit, “Petrov was seen in
Callie POVI look at my reflection in the mirror, and I can’t help but shake my head. I know I should be excited for today, but I am not; I am just nervous, and all I want to do is curl into a ball and stay in bed, hiding from the world. A soft knock on my door makes me take a deep breath as I walk to open it. Rachel is standing there holding her black blazer jacket, and when her eyes scan my body, she shakes her head. “You can’t wear that,” she says, walking past me and straight to my closet. My closet is minuscule, and I am lucky to have one. Dorm rooms usually don’t have any, and I was lucky enough not to share it with anyone. “Why? What is wrong with my clothes?” I ask, looking down at my body and frowning. I decided on a black pair of jeans with my black boots and a white turtle neck top. “You look like you’re going to church; you’re having a preliminary hearing; you need to dress to impress,” she says, and my eyes roll against my will. “Stop rolling your eyes,” Rachel says wh
Callie POV"We need to celebrate," Carson says, wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around like a lunatic. The preliminary hearing went well. I asked Donna if I could stay outside, and she said yes, so I took the opportunity to stay away from all that testosterone. Rachel was right when she said there were too many good-looking people in one room; it even made me feel self-conscious about myself and how I was pretending to be something I was not. The court case will begin in less than two months, and the anxiety is increasing as we now have a date; I can't even begin to understand how I am supposed to keep my head above water with all the attention this case is having. Two more girls are joining the court case against Judge Julio Rover. Donna and Cornelius are gathering all their stuff, and I hope this helps my case. "Where are we going?" I ask as I look at Rachel, who chews on the side of her finger. I frown as I look at her. Her eyes glued on the screen of her phone.
Jagger POV“I swear I hate these things,” I let out between my greeted teeth. Janet nods as she looks at me and immediately moved closer to adjust my tie. I raise my eyebrows watching her as she whistles while she fiddles with the grey fabric around my neck. “Fuck that,” I say, smacking her hands lightly. Those moves granted me a side eye, but hey, I love temping death, and making Janet upset is always a bonus. An easier path to hell. Moving fast I untie the tie and shove it in my pocket. Janet shakes her head as she takes a step closer to the hostess of the expensive restaurant she chose. “Reservation for Bolton,” Janet says, and I shake my head, letting out a slight scoff. Janet raises an unimpressed brow as she looks at me over her shoulder. I swear any other person would’ve seen the end of my gun, but Janet… We’ve known each other for far too long. Her kids are like blood to me. She obviously used my name to get the reservation. “This way, please,” the hostess says, and I give h
Callie POV“I hope this is okay,” Cornelius says, and I nod my head. I don’t think I have ever been to a place like this. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve been to plenty of expensive places, but nothing like this, nothing to this caliber. Rachel has been trying to get reservations here for over one year, and this guy clicks his finger and gets one. Amazing what money can buy. “Sure it is,” I let out with my most polite smile. I don’t even think I am dressed enough. Taking a deep breath, I scan the menu, but suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck rises, and a shiver travels down my spine. Trying to recompose myself quickly, I move my eyes from the menu, and I see the reason for my discomfort. Those blue eyes locked on me. I keep my head held high and watch as a woman clicks her fingers in front of his eyes. It’s like he is waking up from a deep thought. His eyes become alive again as he sits straight on his chair and moves his eyes from me to the beautiful woman sitting next to him. He mo
Jagger POVSitting here as they eat and talk while Calliope laughs feels like fucking torture, and I am not fucking masochist. This is fucking torture, and my body is so tense I feel like exploding right here right now. I know I shouldn’t have followed her into the bathroom, and I definitely shouldn’t have touched her. She felt so fucking good that immediately my body reacted to it.I can feel her scent on my hand. The way she feels, the softness of her skin, her warmth, everything will be kept in my memory forever. She is the closest I have ever had to caring about someone since Bella. I know having Cornelius around her is making it worse. It’s making it even more personal because of our history. “Jagger, please, listen to me,” Bella pleads as she walks past Dash, ignoring his warnings to leave her alone. “Why didn’t you tell me you have a boyfriend?” I finally ask the question that has been living rent-free inside my head. “We had an argument, and we were on a break,” she says, a
Callie POVTonight, I feel like I have entered the twilight zone. Everything was super weird, especially when Jagger approached me. The way he looked at me and behaved was really weird. The way he touched me and how my entire body woke to his touch was absolutely insane. I have never felt anything like that before. No other man has ever touched me the way he did. Taking a deep breath, I turn the TV off as I lay down on my bed. I don’t know if I will be able to forget everything that happened tonight, but I hope that if I still remember it in ten years' time, I won’t feel the same way I am feeling now. Sleep takes its sweet ass time to get to me, but when it does, I am taken to the land of dreams, where Jagger is the main character. I open my eyes, jumping as I feel my heart beating like there’s no tomorrow. I look around the room, trying to find the source of the noise, but my brain is not functioning properly yet. I take several breaths as I look around the room, and then I hear t
Jagger POV“Fuck me, What the hell happened to you?” Dash asks as he moves my head side to side as I snarl at him. His fingers on my chin, treating me like a little kid, is pissing me right off. “Move your fucking hands,” I bark at him, and he raises both his hands in front of his chest in surrender. I shake my head as I turn my back and walk directly into Wyatt’s office without knocking. He is on the phone and raises one finger, indicating he won’t be long. “No, seriously, bro, what the fuck happened to your face?” Dash asks, and I take a deep breath. I know this is not a good thing for someone like me, but I can always say someone robbed me, and because I resisted, they jumped me. Or I can say three guys got paid to jump me. I can’t say it was just one because no one would believe that. At the end of the day, it was one guy who did this to me, but people don’t really know about my Funtime. Yes, it is fun for me, but at the moment, the after sucks. Hurts like a fucking bitch. Wyat
Callie POV“I have something to tell you,” Rachel says as she looks at Carson as he bites his lower lip, and I frown. “We have something to tell you,” Carson corrects Rachel, and I sit back on my chair, almost bracing for the impact. “Okay…” I let out so low I think they might’ve not heard me. “We have been a little distant lately because..” Rachel starts as her eyes move from me to Carson, and she moves her hand, holding his as he stares at her. OMG. No.“We’re together,” she says, and everything in me freezes as my eyes move from one of my friends to the other. Carson is now staring at me with a small smile on his lips as his thumb caresses the top of her hand. “I am sorry we kept this from you, but as you can imagine, it took us a little while to figure out what was happening between us,” Rachel says, and I stay quiet, not believing what I am hearing. I am happy they are happy, but it’s still a little weird. I always thought Carson was gay through and through. “Say something for
Jagger POV“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dash asks as we both put our masks on. I nod as I try to focus on the task at hand. This is going to be the most dangerous thing we have ever done. “I think this can go wrong on so many levels,” Dash adds, and I look at my brother as he stares at me. The only thing I can see from his features are his eyes. The eyes that mirror my own. I let out a deep breath, gathering the guns I chose to take with me while Dash did the same thing. Wyatt has been extremely quiet, lost in his own mind. I know he is struggling not knowing where his family are, for their own protection. “Let’s go,” Wyatt says as he walks past me and Dash, carrying his duffel bag with the guns he is taking extra. The rest of the men are in the armory, grabbing their own things. This room is only for the three of us. “If things get too much, I want you out,” I say as I look at my brother, and he shakes his head, pressing his forehead to mine as his hand rests on the back of
Jagger POVI look over my shoulder to see Calliope staring at me. Her arms are wrapped around her body as if trying to self-soothe, and something inside of me breaks. I look into those beautiful eyes before I exhale and leave her inside our house. Once the door is closed behind me, I get into the mindset I am going to need to get this shit done. I hate lying to Calliope, but I also know I can’t tell her the truth, not yet. If she knew I wasn’t going away, that I would be in New York, she would have way too many questions I wouldn’t be able to answer. As soon as I close the door on my car I press the button to call Dash. “I’m on my way, is everything ready?” I ask Dash and I can tell by the background noise it isn’t. “What the fuck is going on?” I ask as I wait impatiently for the garage door to open. “One of my clubs exploded last night,” Dash says, and my brain can’t even begin to process the words that just came out of my brother’s mouth. “What the fuck?” I let out as I drive as
Callie POVLiving with Jagger has been the most amazing and weird thing I have ever done in my life. He is attentive and caring, but he also gives me my space and allows me to spend time alone so I can focus on my studies. I have never met anyone like him before. But there’s one thing I can’t get my head around. Several times, I wake up during the night, and he is gone. He is nowhere to be found, and I keep thinking he would tell me where he is going if he wanted me to know, right?“Are you okay?” He asks me, lowering his newspaper as he grabs a cup of coffee, bringing it to his lips. There’s something extremely sensual about a man holding a newspaper with only one hand while their eyes are on us. I feel a shiver run down my spine as these thoughts take over my brain. I nod slightly, trying to push away all the questions in my head. Jagger closes the newspaper and places it next to his plate. Immediately after he stands and walks to me with a confidence I envy. I keep my eyes on him,
Jagger POV“This is amazing,” Calliope says, throwing her arms around my neck, pulling me and kissing me. Her lips devour mine as her tongue dances with mine. Without a second thought, I spin us around, sitting Calliope on the edge of her new desk as she spreads her legs, wrapping them around my body. I press my erection against her heated pussy, and Calliope moans against my lips as my tongue moves slowly down her neck, tasting her every inch. Calliope has no idea the power she has over me; how she could click her fingers, I would go running like a fucking lost puppy. I am addicted to her, and I am not ashamed to admit it. “Show me how much you like it, baby,” I whisper in her ear, and her entire body shivers as her eyes snap open as I take a step back, allowing her to adjust herself on the desk and fall on her knees in front of me. I Can’t help but smile at the sight in front of me. Calliope on her knees is the most beautiful thing ever. How her eyes shine as her hands move to und
Jagger POV“Let’s go,” I say, and I hear people complaining as Donna looks at me with widened eyes. I am not going to sit here and listen to these pricks trying to destroy our reputations. Yes, they might be right. Yes, I was already chasing her before all of this ended, but I can’t help but try to protect her from all of this. Calliope looks at me and nods, standing with me and holding my hand as we walk out of the room where all the press is protesting. I know they were waiting for a final statement from me, but they can fuck right off. “Are you okay?” I ask Calliope as soon as we are alone in the corridor. Her hands are freezing cold and shaking slightly.Her eyes meet mine, and she shakes her head softly with tears pooling her eyes as she stares back into mine. “That was horrible,” she says with a single tear rolling down her cheek. I pull Calliope into my arms, hugging her tightly as she breaks down, crying against my chest. “That was completely unnecessary,” I hear Donna say a
Callie POV“We would like to thank you all for being here, and we would like you all to please respect Mr. Bolton and Miss Flores’s privacy as much as possible. We know you all have questions, and they will do their best to answer them,” Donna says as she smiles, staring directly at the three rows of reporters all staring back at her. I admire how comfortable she is looking in front of everyone.I rub my hands on my legs under the table, and I see Jagger looking at me through the corner of my eyes. He moves one of his hands, placing it on top of mine, stopping me. When I look at him, he gives me a small smile and nods, trying to encourage me. “Please understand Miss Flores won’t be speaking of the legal case surrounding herself at the moment as it’s all in court still, and if Miss Flores is not speaking, the same goes for Mr. Bolton; please be respectful and mindful,” Donna says before she sits next to me.We have a huge table dividing us from the press and Donna points at the first
Callie POV“Are you ready for this?” Donna asks, and I shake my head as I bite my lower lip. Jagger is looking at me as he has his microphone fitted on the lapel of his jacket. “It’s going to be okay; stick to the answers we rehearsed,” Donna says, and I nod. I watch as the woman fitting the microphone bats her eyelashes at Jagger, and he is entirely unaware of her. His eyes are on me, and once she is done, he shoves his hands into his pockets, walking to me. Donna steps to the side as he stands before me, offering me a slight smile. “You two need to remain as a united front. We have checked all the questions being made, but reporters always go rogue,” Donna says, and Jagger nods.“Not my first press conference,” Jagger lets out, and Donna inhales a breath at his tone with her. She can barely look him in the eye and is blushing at any eye contact between them. I frown, watching her behave like a schoolgirl next to Jagger. Donna never behaved like this. She was always very cold toward
Jagger POV“Jagger, you have Donna Johnson on the line,” Janet says through the intercom between my office and her desk. I let out a breath closing my laptop and answering the phone. “Donna, what can I do for you?” I ask. I am not the type of person to go around having chit-chat. I have always been cordial with Donna, but we don’t really have a lot in common. She is more of a social worker case. She likes pro bonuses and cases that won’t get her anywhere. She was never money-thirsty. “Jagger, thank you for answering; I know you are a busy man,” she says. I sit back in my chair, closing my eyes for a few seconds, waiting for her to continue, but she stays silent. “As you said, Donna, I am a busy man,” I let out through greeted teeth. I have nothing against her, but the fact that she is wasting my time is starting to annoy me. “I would like to sit with you; I need a lawyer,” she says, and I frown, sitting back up on my chair. Now, she’s piqued my interest. “I wouldn’t be contacting