CHAPTER ONE

JETT

I bang on her door, but she doesn’t answer, even though I know damn well she’s home. After paying the lady in the front office five thousand dollars for a key, she informed me that Mia is always home. She said she hadn’t seen her leave in months. That fact confuses me if it’s true, because she’s a fucking supermodel. She’s always on a plane, going from one place to another, so the lady’s claim seems unbelievable. Regardless, I tried to be nice by knocking instead of simply letting myself in, but if she doesn’t answer, I will. Besides, even if I don’t use it today, it may come in handy in the future.

I knock on her door, while the old lady down the hall stares at me, like I’m the devil himself. After I flip her off, she huffs as she heads back into her apartment.

“Mia! It’s Jett Black, and I know you’re in there, so open the fucking door!”

The stomping of her feet brings a smile to my face. The door opens and she glares at me. Fuck. Pissed off is a good fucking look on her. Her blonde hair hangs down around her shoulders, over a perfect frame that I know she thinks holds too much weight now. It doesn’t. Every curve she has developed begs for me to trace it with my tongue. It’s all stunning, but it’s her fucking eyes that take my breath away. A vibrant blue that shows every emotion. The current one: Fury.

“You’re going to Italy, Angel.”

She shakes her head and walks away from the door. I enter her apartment and close it behind me. Her apartment is all modern, and showcases the life of a model; art, sculptures, and expensive throw rugs.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

I sigh audibly as I stare at her.

“Your best friend needs you, and you are going. If I have to kidnap you, I will deliver you.”

Anger flashes in her expression once again.

“Jett Black, you are not kidnapping me.”

I shake my head at her innocence. There are few things I’m truly not capable of.

“I will. And I promise you, if I do, you probably won’t be attending the wedding. Once I get my cock inside you, Mia, I’ll never want to leave.”

She rolls her eyes at me.

“Kidnapping and rape, Jett? Lovely.”

With a smirk I tell her, “I suggest you go pack your bag, Angel.”