Jade's pov. I rolled my eyes at him as we started to walk into the building. We stopped halfway when CJ and some other guys came to us and they had a little chat with Saint. After that, we were checked and then went in. Saint's hand was still firmly holding me and it didn't seem like he was going to let me go any second. From time to time when I looked at him, he was looking straight ahead, focused on where we were going. The inside of the hall was just as beautiful as the outside, if not more and had fancy decorations all over. There were men dressed in black suits who stood along the way where we were supposed to pass through to go to the venue and as we walked, I tried to remove my hand from his grip but his grip was almost too tight.He then turned to me. "What's gotten into you today?" He asked. The anger was still there in his eyes as I met them and his lips curved downwards in a frown. "What's gotten into me?" I asked almost sarcastically, scoffing. Was he acting innocent

Saint's Pov How could I have been this careless? Fuck it! And the stupid asshole that shot at us? He was done for!! I had made sure to shoot at his tyres after he had shot Jade and I was sure some of my men had gotten a hold of him. He was going to pay. I held Jade in my arms as I watched her breath start to become uneven. I was screaming her name and asking her if she could hear me and to stay with me but she just stared at me and I knew she was losing consciousness. She was losing a lot of blood as well. Everyone around was on an alert and was starting to create a scene from what just happened while some security guards from outside and inside the building came running towards us. I hated the whole attention. This was part of the reason why I had told her let's get out of here a few minutes ago. The exact same thing I was trying to avoid ended up happening. I was still trying to process how she had heard I and CJ's conversation a few days ago. And she had heard me say I did

Jade's Pov. The days passed swiftly. I was still in his room and it was me waking up. eating my food, taking my medication and going back to sleep. The pain was starting to subside, I was getting better and soon, the stitches got removed. Saint and I didn't really speak much. Or rather I kept the talk with him brief always. I was still hurt by what he had said and was trying so much to just be on my own in the meantime since I had a lot of things going on in my mind. Including him, Suzy and Marcel as well. Plus I also wanted to get physically healthy and stop being limited to just his room space, which I kind of was already getting familiar with. Saint on the other hand didn't press further each time I ended the conversation and he was around for a decent amount of time to take care of me. I always woke up to him beside me and he made sure I was comfortable always. He was the one that had insisted on me staying back in his room and even when I told him my room was just fine, he did

Jade's Pov I watched Suzy. Was she going to reveal where Marcel was? Knowing fully well that Saint was going to kill him for sure. Saint waited for her answer as well and soon enough she gave a short dry laughter. "I don't know." She said shaking her head. Saint banged his clenched fist on the table making both her and me to jerk up in shock. "Do you think I'm having fun here? Sitting and watching you lie through your teeth? Huh?" He snapped, his tone getting impatient. Suzy met his eyes, for the first time since she started speaking. "I've only seen him on three occasions. When he came to rescue me, when he randomly showed up one day with a bullet wound and when he came to tell me to go to the event." She told him. "I don't know where he stays or whatever. It's impossible to find him. You should know better since you've been looking for him for a long time now."I saw Saint lose his patience finally and hurry up to where she sat, dumping his half-finished cigarette on the table.

Saint's povShe was going to be the end of me. She had no idea the kind of effect she had on me as well and it always drove me crazy. She was so fucking sexy without even trying so much. She was just so fucking beautiful. I had missed her like crazy these past few weeks and I thought I was going to lose my mind. Cigarettes and alcohol weren't doing much help and I knew on how many occasions I had stroked myself, just thinking of her. Seeing her react to my touch that way made me excited and when I saw how wet she was and how her nipples were peeking from her shirt, I knew I was not going to be able to control myself. I felt myself getting hard already and if she had insisted that I stop and she did not want it, I knew the next step was to go over to my room and jerk myself off to the image of her wet pussy. She just didn't know all these and how she made me feel each time. And when she had pushed herself up the table and spread her thighs even wider, flashing her fat pussy at me,