them? What the hell am I thinking. I'd never been in a situation to watch a man in such a position of power before.
"Sorry!" he spluttered. Idiot, he told you no to say that. He let out a scream as Jase momentarily pressed his boot back against the man's wrist. As the pressure was released Jase raised his eyebrows at the man again. "The Mexicans! The Mexicans sent us!"
Jase sighed. "For Christ's sakes," he said to himself before turning to speak to the man on the ground again, "Which fucking Mexicans? Got a name?"
"I don't know! I asked him, I said 'I'm Bobby' and he just said he was a 'dumb Mexican'. That's all. I swear!"
"What did he look like?"
The man winced when he didn't reply immediately and Jase applied more pressure to his wrist. Then the words gushed out again. "Big! Tattoos!"
I watched as Jase rolled his eyes and shook his head. "And how much did they pay you?"
The man reached into his pocket, causing Jase to level the shotgun at his face. The man pulled out a baggie stuffed with crystals.
"He paid you in meth? For fucks sake. Is that all I'm worth to you?"
The man gulped.
"Did he say why he wanted you to kill a Son?" From the way Jase asked the question it was obvious he didn't expect a useful answer from the druggies on the floor below us.
The meth-head on the floor looked confused for a moment before he said, "He didn't say Sons, he said you! The blond guy on the bike. He told us to shoot the blond guy."
I let out a small gasp. They were after Jase? He looked confused. "Me? Why me?"
"I don't fuckin' know man I swear!" Tears were rolling down from the corners of his eyes. Won't fuck with us again will you, buddy? I felt a thrill running through me. The power we had over the guys on the floor was intense.
"How'd you find us here? We smoked you miles back."
The other man reached into his pocket, causing Jase to wave the gun into his face, his boot still pressing down on the wrist of the talker. He pulled out a cell phone. "He called us. The Mexican called us and told us how to get here."
Jase reached down and snatched the cell phone out of the proffered hand. He glanced at the screen and then threw it hard on to t he bare concrete. The phone skittered across the floor in a flurry of broken plastic. "Number's blocked."
As Jase stood over them I could see the anger and confusion on his face. Who was after him? Why? I realized something strange. Despite only having known him a couple of hours I didn't want him to feel like that, I didn't want him angry and perplexed. If only I could help.
We stood silently over the men on the floor while Jase thought. I looked down my bare thigh to the top of my knee-high boots. I wonder what it'd be like to step on them. I imagined stamping the sharp heel in to one of them, maybe a bruised stomach or their balls. That'd teach you to fuck with Jase.
I shook my head to clear it. What's gotten in to me? I wrapped an arm around Jase's waist and gave him a squeeze. He slipped his big arm around me and I let out a satisfied smile as his hand rested against my upper thigh and the curve at the bottom of my ass.
It was only a moment, but standing over the druggie scum with his arm around me I fe lt like a queen. His queen.
The moment was ruined when we heard yet more engines approaching. Uh-oh. What now?
CHAPTER THREE
Two Days Earlier.
It was cold and dark in the silent room as the man stood over the body in silent contemplation. His eyes ran across the corpse methodically as he analyzed exactly what he'd have to do to it.
He'd never done this before and he didn't want to fuck it up. That'd be bad. Very bad. What he was about to do would have disgusted all but the most mentally sick individuals. People like him.
But if his plans were to come together, then it was something that had to be done. He rolled up his sleeves before pulling on l ong latex gloves and gently grasping the cool steel of a scalpel.
"Easy does it," he said softly to himself as he placed the
"Sorry!" he spluttered. Idiot, he told you no to say that. He let out a scream as Jase momentarily pressed his boot back against the man's wrist. As the pressure was released Jase raised his eyebrows at the man again. "The Mexicans! The Mexicans sent us!"
Jase sighed. "For Christ's sakes," he said to himself before turning to speak to the man on the ground again, "Which fucking Mexicans? Got a name?"
"I don't know! I asked him, I said 'I'm Bobby' and he just said he was a 'dumb Mexican'. That's all. I swear!"
"What did he look like?"
The man winced when he didn't reply immediately and Jase applied more pressure to his wrist. Then the words gushed out again. "Big! Tattoos!"
I watched as Jase rolled his eyes and shook his head. "And how much did they pay you?"
The man reached into his pocket, causing Jase to level the shotgun at his face. The man pulled out a baggie stuffed with crystals.
"He paid you in meth? For fucks sake. Is that all I'm worth to you?"
The man gulped.
"Did he say why he wanted you to kill a Son?" From the way Jase asked the question it was obvious he didn't expect a useful answer from the druggies on the floor below us.
The meth-head on the floor looked confused for a moment before he said, "He didn't say Sons, he said you! The blond guy on the bike. He told us to shoot the blond guy."
I let out a small gasp. They were after Jase? He looked confused. "Me? Why me?"
"I don't fuckin' know man I swear!" Tears were rolling down from the corners of his eyes. Won't fuck with us again will you, buddy? I felt a thrill running through me. The power we had over the guys on the floor was intense.
"How'd you find us here? We smoked you miles back."
The other man reached into his pocket, causing Jase to wave the gun into his face, his boot still pressing down on the wrist of the talker. He pulled out a cell phone. "He called us. The Mexican called us and told us how to get here."
Jase reached down and snatched the cell phone out of the proffered hand. He glanced at the screen and then threw it hard on to t he bare concrete. The phone skittered across the floor in a flurry of broken plastic. "Number's blocked."
As Jase stood over them I could see the anger and confusion on his face. Who was after him? Why? I realized something strange. Despite only having known him a couple of hours I didn't want him to feel like that, I didn't want him angry and perplexed. If only I could help.
We stood silently over the men on the floor while Jase thought. I looked down my bare thigh to the top of my knee-high boots. I wonder what it'd be like to step on them. I imagined stamping the sharp heel in to one of them, maybe a bruised stomach or their balls. That'd teach you to fuck with Jase.
I shook my head to clear it. What's gotten in to me? I wrapped an arm around Jase's waist and gave him a squeeze. He slipped his big arm around me and I let out a satisfied smile as his hand rested against my upper thigh and the curve at the bottom of my ass.
It was only a moment, but standing over the druggie scum with his arm around me I fe lt like a queen. His queen.
The moment was ruined when we heard yet more engines approaching. Uh-oh. What now?
CHAPTER THREE
Two Days Earlier.
It was cold and dark in the silent room as the man stood over the body in silent contemplation. His eyes ran across the corpse methodically as he analyzed exactly what he'd have to do to it.
He'd never done this before and he didn't want to fuck it up. That'd be bad. Very bad. What he was about to do would have disgusted all but the most mentally sick individuals. People like him.
But if his plans were to come together, then it was something that had to be done. He rolled up his sleeves before pulling on l ong latex gloves and gently grasping the cool steel of a scalpel.
"Easy does it," he said softly to himself as he placed the
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