Envious Desire
2

Jade’s POV

Fuck! Why does this fucking asshole keep calling me!

“You have a collect call from Rikers Island from inmate, ‘Come on Janelle you know you want to speak to me.’ Do you accept the charges?”

Removing the receiver from my ear, I place it in front of my lips, “NOOOOOO!”

My phone blares back to life. I swipe left, declining the call. Again it rings. Fuck this asshole doesn’t give up. “You have a collect call from Rikers Island from inmate, ‘Come on Peach. Pick up the phone, it’s for your own good!’ Do...”

I hang up the phone, tears welling in my eyes. That name brings so many horrible memories to the surface. The abuse, the hate, the endless torturous nights.

Wiping my tears, I take a deep breath when the sound of my ringtone scares me. Again, “You have a collect call from Rikers Island from inmate, ‘Pick up the phone Janelle. Or I’ll make you.’ Do you accept the charges?”

He’ll make me? I end the call but then I’m startled by knocking at my door. Searching through the peephole I see the top of a hat from the head being bent.

Sliding the door open I’m met with a face I never thought I’d see again, it’s John.

“Nice to see you standing Janelle. But I prefer you ass up face down.”

Storming into my house, another man follows. It’s Dane’s friends. The ones who repeatedly raped me.

My throat tightens, breathing stops, simultaneously tears well up in my eyes. John darts towards me causing me to freeze when he extends his hand with a phone in it.

“Answer the phone Janelle. He wants to speak with you. Raising the phone to my ear in a slow motion, I realize I’ve stopped breathing. His voice sent a cold shiver up my spine so bad that my body literally convulsed.

“Why do you always choose the hard way Janelle? I could ask John to remind you what he’s capable of.”

“What do you want Dane?” tears streamed down my face.

“You!”

“That’s not going to fucking happen?” John’s eyes shot in my direction.

“No, I want you to come see me.”

“No!”

“Jenelle, either you come see me or your little fuck buddy will fucking die next time.”

“Fuck buddy? What fuck buddy?”

“The one who put me here! AXLE!”

My heart stopped, it was him. He did it. He shot Axle.

“How could you... Why? He’s not even my,”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. Just get your ass down here, NOW!”

Wiping tears from my face, “Fine,” barely a whisper.

“John and Derek will escort you here. And Jenelle ... wear something sexy for me.”

My heart hits the floor. I’m not ready to see him, I don’t know if I can.

“Janelle!”

I jump at his voice, “I’ll be there Dane.”

“Can’t wait to see you, Peach.”

My blood freezes at the name, stopping my breath. The phone disconnects and I finally let out the scream I was holding within, dropping to the floor.

“Get up bitch! We have to go.” John grabs my arm, pulling me up, shoving me down the hall.

I can’t believe I’m here about to be face to face with my torturer. I ran because I never wanted to lay my eyes on him again. I took that money to start fresh without the fear of him in my life and now... now, I’m about to see him in prison after he attacked me... again.

The waiting area is full of people. I’m smothered between Derek and John as if I’d run anywhere right now. I’m at Rikers Island, where the hell will I run to?

It’s been two hours! What the hell is taking so long? People are getting called some that even came after me. Ugh I just want to get this over with already. These two keep gawking at me as if they’re reminiscing about that horrid day.

Fuck, they’re making my skin crawl. I begin to rub my arms to remove the ick they’re causing.

“JADE DAVIS.”

I jump up to my name, leaving behind Dane’s goons. They take me down a few halls past some locked doors and into a room just like you see in the movies.

Waiting at the small booth-like area, there’s plexiglass between the seats. Safe is not a word I can use to describe my emotions at the moment, even with this large piece of plastic between us. I shouldn’t be here. My nerves over take my rational. I have to go. My anxiety spikes, springing me from my seat, I bolt for the door when his booming voice freezes every nerve in my body.

“Peach! It’s so good to see you from behind. Nice to see that ass is still intact after I’ve destroyed it so many times.”

My eyes shut, horrid visions of endless nights with forced anal at his beck and call. Taking a deep breath, I twist my body to face him.

“Nice to see the orange jump suit. It suits your personality. I’ll be happy to know it’s your permanent wardrobe,” I retort in a high voice so he can hear from beyond the glass.

With reluctance, I dally to the seat still on my feet.

“Careful there Janelle. You keep that mouth shut or I’ll send my boys for a taste of you again.”

That horrible day stabs my heart. Alex... taking a deep breath, I stroll to the table taking my seat across from him on the edge of my seat ready to bounce at the first sight of trouble.

Picking up the receiver, no longer caring to scream through the glass, “What do you want Dane?”

“I thought you’d at least be happy to see me?”

“Cut the shit Dane, I’m here, I don’t have all day.”

“I have to say, I like this sass. It makes my dick hard. I want to ram it down your throat, watch your eyes water and have you puke again just to teach you a fucking lesson.”

Swallowing hard, I keep my composure. “Try it Dane and all these police officers will be all over you in seconds.”

Leaning back with one hand on the table he smirks, “I need my money back Janelle. You didn’t steal from me, you stole from the Valentino mafia.”

The mafia, oh fuck! I just saw the money as my opportunity to run. “That sounds like a you problem.”

Slamming his hand on the table, I jolt in my seat. “Bitch! Get me my fucking money before I send my boys after you!”

“I don’t have it. I used it to get away from you. There’s nothing left.”

“You better find it then Janelle! My life is on the fucking line. He’s given me time to gather it but it’s running out.”

“If I don’t get the money he’s going to kill you?”

YES! GOOD FUCKING RIDDENS! I smile knowing my actions may kill the person who’s tormented my life for so long.

“Fucking bitch! This is my life!”

“This is my life too! Without you alive it will be that much better.”

“Don’t think for a fucking second that I can’t get to you just like I got to your fuck boy.”

Axle! “He’s not my fuck boy! Why? How did you find him?”

He releases a short, quick breath, “He’s not very smart. I heard his information while he was giving it to the police at your place. I relayed that information to my boys and now,” he waves his hands in the air sideways, “he’s hurt. Consider it a warning bitch.”

“Why? He’s not a person of significance to me.”

“He came to your fucking rescue! Don’t fucking lie to me! I’m glad that asshole got what he deserved! He’s lucky my men didn’t fucking kill him.” His eyes are wild with anger, veins pulsating in his neck.

“You did it for no reason. He’s with my neighbor and they did what any good neighbor would do when they hear a fucking animal attacking someone.”

Quicker than I could react, he slams his fist against the glass, I jump back in fear. The guards haul him away, “Bitch, my boys will get you! They’ll fucking break you this time and send me photos to enjoy your fucking bloody face again! Mark my words Jenelle. You’re fucking done Bitch! You hear me!”

Tears sting my eyes, his threats sent chills up my spine filling me with fear. I hurry off the premises, the fear and guilt filling my body is overwhelming.

How could this have happened? As soon as I reach the fresh air, my lungs explode as I inhale, tears stream down my face uncontrollably.

Gathering myself, I wave my hand to hail a cab, deciding, I need to tell Axle his getting shot and Chloe disappearing is... all my fault.

~~~~

DANE! He shot Axle!

Jade feels so guilty.

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