Jett

by Blair Grey

  I couldn’t let these men get away with what they had done to my father, and for as much as my heart wanted to fall for Jett – as much as I couldn’t deny that it already was falling for him – I knew at the end of the day, I was going to go through with my plan.

  I had to. I’d come much too far to turn my back on it now, that was for sure. I had to keep my head on straight, and I had to get through this.

  With a final sigh, I grabbed my jacket, ignoring the fact Jett bought it for me, and it did look really good. I couldn’t think about things like that, or I really felt like a terrible person. I had to stay focused on the right thing. And, the right thing here was justice.

  They were criminals, and I wasn’t. I had to do this.

  For my father.

  “It’s beautiful,” I said as I overlooked the town. “I had no idea this was even up here.”

  Jett had taken me for a ride up the large hill that stood on the south side of town.

  “I thought you’d like the view,” he said. “When I was younger, my dad used to say this was the top of the world.”

  “I can see why,” I said with a soft giggle. It was hard to think of Jett as little, but then, I could see why a little boy would believe this place really was the top of the world. The entire town stretched out in front of us, and the setting sun threw a romantic glow over the entire landscape.

  I turned to Jett, a sudden impulse overtaking me. He was leaned against his bike, and I couldn’t help myself. I walked over to him, stepping on the tips of my toes and kissing him tenderly. He kissed me in return, letting out a soft moan as I took his bottom lip in my teeth and gently pulled back, letting go as I gazed up into his eyes.

  “You are the sexiest woman in the world,” he said with a shake of his head. The look on his eyes told me he meant every word, and I grinned as I slowly dropped down to my knees. I unzipped the front of his pants, pulling out his hard cock, and kissing the head of it before wrapping my lips around it.

  “Oh, baby,” Jett breathed with a shudder. I gazed up at him as I pleasured him with my tongue, forcing all thoughts out of my mind but the moment. I didn’t want to think about anything but us. Anything but this. Right now, this was my world, and right now, this made me happy.

  It might not be fake – a game I was playing – but the feelings I had for Jett were real, the way I wanted to pleasure him right now was real. And if there was one thing I learned in Devil Hills, there was only one time that mattered in life.

  And, that time was now.

  Chapter 16

  Jett

  I gave up trying to have a conversation with Callie while she was in the shower. It was a funny habit she had that I found rather endearing, but not one I had the patience for.

  She wanted to take a shower before we headed out for dinner, and that was fine with me. I had been on my feet all day, and it was nice to have a few minutes to myself while I waited for her.

  Though I’d been in her apartment several times before, this was the first time I’d really had the chance to look around. She was normally all over me when I was there, and we would settle in on the couch and hang out or watch a movie. But, with her in the shower, I took notice of the way she had decorated for the first time.

  It was simple, really, but it suited her. She didn’t strike me as the kind of woman who really got caught up in designing. She spent a lot of time working at the bar and at my place, so what was the point of really getting her own space really decorated?

  Not to mention, there was something about the simplicity that told me she likely didn’t have a lot of money. The décor didn’t exactly fit the room, and it seemed the furniture she did have she’d either had for quite some time or had gotten it second hand.

  Not that there was anything wrong with it, I liked the simplicity. It suited her personality. She was smart, not too flashy, but she maintained an air about her that I found fascinating.

  I poured a lot of money into my bike and the MC, so I couldn’t say my own place was anything that could be considered fancy. But, I certainly had enough money coming in and dealt with enough money going out, I couldn’t help but notice such things.

  And, if I were to be completely honest with myself, I was glad to find her place simple. I’d gone out with all kinds of women, and I greatly preferred those who had their priorities straight than those who just wanted to be flaunted.

  I might have done my fair share of flaunting in the past, but that wasn’t who I was. And, I was getting the strongest impression that’s not who Callie was, either.

  If there was one thing that overtook the majority of the room, it was her books. She had a bookshelf in the middle of the room that, like the other furniture in the room, didn’t quite fit. It was oversized for its placement, but I had to admit, there really wasn’t anywhere else she could hope to put it.

  And, it wasn’t just the fact the bookshelf was oversized that caught my eye; it was the fact there were so many books overflowing the shelves. From the bottom shelf all the way to the top, it would have been impossible to place another book among the rest.

  And, not only that, but it seemed to me she had quite the collection of other things on the shelves, too. There were papers scattered about, while some were piled neatly together. There were folders in various places, as well as little brochures and pamphlets.

  Callie even had quite the collection of newspapers on one side of the shelf. I wondered what she would want with so many papers, but I wasn’t about to go through them. She was in the shower, and I didn’t want her to come out and find me digging through the pile.

  After all, if there was some story she had been following, why not keep track of it online? That seemed like a much better option to me. But then, I wasn’t going to question what she was doing. It wasn’t my place to go through her things, even if she and I were getting close.

  There were more books stacked on either side of the bookshelf, and it appeared as though those were the ones that were used most often. Well, those and a few photo albums.

  I often wondered why people would keep old photo albums these days. Anything I wanted to keep I put on a hard drive and kept digitally. It was far safer that way, and I didn’t have to worry about what might happen to the pictures.

  Curious, I picked up one of the albums and started flipping through it. It seemed like a much older album, with all the photos being Polaroids, rather than taken with a digital camera.

  I wondered if the people in the photos were Callie’s parents and grandparents. There were a lot of different people, and it was hard to tell who were relatives, and who were merely friends of the family. Callie herself was undeniable. She appeared to be an only child, and she looked just like her younger self. The same thick hair, the same almond-shaped eyes.

  There was an innocence about her in the photos that made my heart melt, and before I could even stop myself from thinking such a thing, I wondered what it would be like if we were to have kids of our own. Of course, I dismissed the thought immediately.

  That was getting ahead of myself. We had only been seeing each other for a few weeks, and I didn’t want to even start thinking about what life would be life if it were to take that turn.

  But, still, looking at the photos and the smile that radiated from her face made it impossible for me to think of anything else. I imagined a little girl who looked just like her mother or a young son who looked like me, with just enough of his mother in him to make my heart melt.

  It was evident to me that Callie was very much loved as a child. There were dozens of photos of her constantly surrounded by people. It seemed that her mother was there most often, and it wasn’t until I turned a page and saw a familiar face that I nearly dropped the entire photo album.

  That couldn’t be. You’re seeing things!

  The thought ran though my mind as I picked up the photo album and carefully opened it up once more. My heart raced, my mind refusing to believe what I knew I’d just seen. All at once, everything I thoug
ht made sense in my life had fallen apart right in front of me.

  This couldn’t be true.

  But, when I pulled open the leaf once more, there it was. The two faces who were staring back at me were undeniable – one was of Callie, the same little girl I’d been seeing throughout the rest of the photo album, and the man in the photo with her was Doc, a man my own father had known well.

  Doc was a very important person to the MC, and we were still ripped up about what had happened to him. I couldn’t believe he was in this photo with a much younger Callie.

  “Maybe he was a friend of the family or something,” I muttered as I flipped through more of the photos. But, as I continued to look through the pictures, I saw him appear more and more. He wasn’t there was constantly as her mother, but he was definitely there.

  And, the more I looked at it, the more I realized that they did look remarkably alike. Considering the photos of Callie and her mother, she definitely got more of her mother’s looks, but there was no denying the fact that the man in the photo there had to be her father.

  There was just no way around it.

  Then, as I flipped a little further into the book, I saw more photos that made me even more certain. There were photos from birthdays with Doc there. There were Christmases with him featured alongside Callie, but then, when there was the photos from the Father’s Day and she was right there on his lap in the pic, there were no further questions in my mind.

  Doc had a daughter. I didn’t know that, and I didn’t know if my father knew, either. But then, it didn’t really matter. What mattered was our relation to him, not his family. But then, why hadn’t Callie brought any of this up? I wondered.

  With my heart racing, I set the photo album down where I’d found it. There were so many questions running through my mind, it was difficult for me to think straight at all. I wanted to make sense of this. No, I had to make sense out of this.

  No one hid things from me for very long, and the thought of Callie hiding something from me only lead to more confusion. Why wouldn’t she tell me about this? Why would she hide the fact she knew Doc, that they were related?

  Why didn’t she feel the need to bring it up at all? She had to know I knew who he was. She had to. There was just no way around it. And, considering the fact she had so many chances to tell me the truth and never did only could mean she was hiding it from me intentionally.

  And why would she do that? Was there something she didn’t want me to know that she knew about him? Was there something she wasn’t telling me? Clearly. Clearly she wasn’t telling me that she was related to Doc. But why? What was it she didn’t want me to find out?

  The sound of the shower in the bathroom was still a hum in the background, so I knew Callie was still busy. But, knowing she was busy wasn’t much solace.

  The way Doc was with my father – with the entire MC – she had to know there was some sort of connection. Especially after what had happened. But, she never said a word. Never let on she knew who any of us were, and she seemed so innocent when it came to the rules and the methods of the MC.

  I felt like I was teaching someone who knew nothing about any of it. But, if she had anything to do with Doc, she would know more than she was letting on. Which was only bringing more questions into my mind.

  Why wouldn’t she say something to me? Why didn’t she ever mention her father? We’d talked about our past, but she never talked about him – or the significance he had with the rest of the MC. Even when she mentioned that he had died, she focused on how it had affected her mother.

  The more I thought about it, the more I knew there had to be some sort of mistake. There was no way this was the way it looked, just no way.

  I had to find out the truth.

  I headed back over to the bookshelf and looked through more of the books she had. It was easy to pick out the photo albums from the rest of the books, but I didn’t want one that was from her childhood. I wanted to find the one that was most recent.

  If Doc had been dead for just over a year, then there had to be more recent photos of the two of them together. And, that might give me some indication as to what was going on and why she’d never brought him up.

  I grabbed one photo album and flipped through it, but it wasn’t recent enough. I was looking for her being in high school, or even into her twenties. It was harder with the fact the digital world had taken over, and she likely did keep her newer photos on the cloud or something, but I knew there had to be something that was more recent than when she was five years old.

  I picked up one last book, and just as I did, a few loose photos fluttered to the ground.

  My heart beat rapidly in my chest as I scooped them up and flipped through them. Sure enough, they couldn’t have been more than a few years old – and even more certainly than that, the man in the photo had to be Doc.

  I was so wrapped up in the moment, I didn’t hear the shower turn off in the other room, and I didn’t realize that I’d been standing there for more than five minutes with the photo in my hand. My mind was spinning, and it wasn’t brought back to the present until I heard a gasp on the other side of the room, followed by a short cry.

  I turned, the photos still in my hand, to see Callie standing there. Her face was white as a sheet, her hair still wet. But, her eyes were what really caught my attention. She stared not at me, but at the photo in my hand, and her face was a plethora of different emotions.

  It was hard for me to find the words to say, but with her reaction, I didn’t have the chance to say anything anyway.

  She wasn’t just surprised to find that I was holding the photo of Doc, she reacted to it stronger than I thought possible.

  Callie was pissed.

  Chapter 17

  Callie

  I had given a lot of thought to what I would do when the time came for me to confront Jett about my father. Hell, there was even a part of me that didn’t think I would do anything, at all. It was painful to think of doing that, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to actually be there when it happened.

  I still had convinced myself to stick to the plan. I was going to turn over the evidence I found to the police when I had enough of it, and I was going to make sure everyone who was involved in the death of my father was locked up for good.

  There was even part of me that wouldn’t have minded if some of them got a sentence worse than life in prison. That is, until I started to get to know the men in the MC.

  Though I hadn’t changed my mind about what I was going to do with the evidence – or bringing them to justice – I now knew it would be hard if not impossible to be there when everything came to light. There was no denying I had feelings for Jett, and I didn’t want to be there when he got taken off to jail.

  On the other hand, I still struggled with the idea of trying to keep him out of trouble as much as I possibly could. If he wasn’t there when my father was killed, then I couldn’t hold him responsible for it, could I?

  But then, knowing he was the president of the MC who was responsible for the death of my father was enough for me. I couldn’t just let him or anyone else walk free knowing that was the case. I just couldn’t. I might not want him to go to jail, but he was part of a crime – and a crime that happened to ruin my life, no less.

  I couldn’t bring myself to just let him walk free and not have to deal with anything from that. No, he had played a part in the crime, whether he was there or not, and he had to face the consequences, as much as it would break my heart to see it done.

  I was so convinced it would break my heart, I was still worried about how I would pull it off without ever having to look back. But then, seeing the photo of my father in Jett’s hands, something changed inside me. There was something that just snapped.

  The sight of a person who was part of his death holding the photo of Dad as though it was the most normal, casual thing in the world was enough to make me see red.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” I snapped. “Put that down!”


  “What am I doing?” The incredulous question flew from Jett’s lips as he stared at me. “How did you never mention the fact you know Doc? Let alone that you’re related?”

  The question hung in the air, and for a brief moment, I wasn’t sure what to say. He had caught me almost red handed. He might not know what I was doing there, and he definitely didn’t have a clue about the drugs, but he knew now that I was related to the man the MC knew.

  And had killed.

  That part of my game was up, at least, and I had to get myself out of this. I wasn’t sure what to say, and I knew I had to be careful. Whether we had feelings for each other or not, I knew Jett had to be a dangerous person. Look what he had done to my father, after all. Whether he was there or not, there was no doubt in my mind he would be capable of such a thing, and I didn’t want to push him to doing something crazy.

  On the other hand, I was so filled with a rage of seeing the photo in his hand, there was part of me that didn’t care what came of this. I was livid with the idea of him ever laying eyes on my father again, and to have him so close to me with my father’s photo in his hand made me want to scream.

  “Don’t call him that!” I snapped, ignoring the question. “That’s so disrespectful! Don’t you even know who he is?”

  “Of course, I know who he is!” Jett shot back. “But what I didn’t know was that you were his daughter! Why the Hell didn’t you tell me? It’s not like you didn’t have the chance to bring it up in the conversations we’ve been having! Not to mention all the times I asked you about your past!”

  I shook my head. Part of me wanted to shout at him to get out of the apartment. Part of me wanted to tell him my entire plan, letting him know it was just a matter of time before I brought him and the entire MC down. And, part of me knew I had to be smart about this.

  Jett had street smarts, and he knew how to play the game. I wasn’t going to give him anything he could work with and use against me. Though I knew without a doubt he ran drugs and was in charge of many of the deals that took place in Devil Hills, the fact of the matter was that I had no proof.