“Psst. Get up, Jas.” Georgie’s voice was nonchalant as he lingered outside Jasper’s cell. When Jasper didn’t answer right away he got a little more intense, “Jasper, get the fuck up now.” He rattled the bars and quickly looked around to see if anyone else had heard.
It was the middle of the night. Georgie was working nights. He purposely traded shifts with another guard so he could talk to Jasper with fewer eyes and ears around them. “For chrissakes, Jasper wake the fuck up.” He pulled his nightstick and pushed it forcefully through the bars so it hit Jasper’s foot.
Jasper jumped up ready to fight. It took him a few moments to focus his eyes and get his head wrapped around what was happening.
“Georgie! Shit! You scared the shit out of me. I was having this great dream about Misty’s lips wrapped … “
Georgie cut him off, “Jas, shut up and listen. Whitey gave the word. He doesn’t want to wait until the state does you in.”
Jasper was on his feet in a second and leaning against the bars. He was fully awake now.
“Who’s he sending in to do it?”
He stared at Georgie’s face studying it. Georgie had been his friend since they were kids and now he noticed just how much his friend had aged. Georgie could barely look at Jasper right now and that set Jasper off. “It's fucking you? They want you to do it?” His voice was an angry hush.
Georgie pushed his hand down in the air signaling Jasper to calm down, “Brother, calm. They want me to do it, yes but fuck if I’m going to.” Then he looked up at Jasper and smiled, “I do have a plan, though.” Then Georgie grinned.
Georgie Hopkins was a legacy in the Brass Bonds MC, but he was never asked to do anything major like murder a brother to prove his loyalty. His family lines went back to the first original players in the MC so Georgie, by default, was accepted. He did prove his worth in intelligence and passing information back and forth through the prison. Georgie wasn’t a pussy or a simple legacy, he definitely earned his keep; but Whitey’s decision to make Georgie the one to take down Jasper was strategic as always.
Forcing Georgie to kill Jasper would do a few important things. First, it would test Georgie’s loyalty to the MC. Second, it would devastate Jasper mentally to know his best friend was forced to be the one to send him to his grave. Whitey knew Georgie was like a brother to Jasper. Third, Whitey knew that Jasper knew that if Georgie didn’t do it, Whitey would kill Georgie and Jasper would never allow that to happen. Whitey was a smart man but Jasper knew exactly what he was doing.
In third grade, Georgie had a plan to see Mrs. Bruno naked. It worked. In eighth grade, Georgie had a plan to steal his father’s car and drive up to make-out mountain with Michelle Lawrence. It worked. In eighth grade, Georgie had a plan to fuck Michelle Lawrence. It worked. In high school, Georgie had the plan to get them both out of detention and potentially juvie by blackmailing Dr. Raj, the professor that was ready to have them both locked up. Georgie knew Dr. Raj, the biology teacher, was practicing reproduction with Miss Diaz, the Spanish teacher. Dr. Raj was married. It worked.
So now, when Georgie told Jasper he had a plan, Jasper felt good about it. There was no doubt in Jasper’s mind that it would work.
***
Lauren had fallen asleep with a file open in her lap. It was the Triumph Towers file. She had been looking for anything that could link Whitey Smith or even Darla Lovell to Lucas Jackson. She found nothing. Behind her shut eyes, she was dreaming. Perhaps her subconscious was hoping to find a clue for her tired mind.
“Jasper, can’t you tell me anything at all?” Lauren was staring into his chocolate brown eyes. His thick lashes shadowing them as he looked down at her.
“Lauren, please focus. I’ve told you everything you need to know. It’s right there in front of your face.” But the only thing in front of her face was his mouth. He pressed his mouth to her lips and her body reacted.
At first, he was standing in front of her looking down, but the angle of the dream changed and she realized she was naked underneath him. His muscular body was heavy on top of hers. She could feel the weight of his muscles and her eyes roamed them as they twitched. He was moving against her, in her. He was inside her. Thick, rigid and pushing her walls apart, “But wait, Jasper …” Her rational voice was distant as she tried to pick his brain and push him back a bit, but her body was betraying her and she was moaning before she could finish convincing him to get off of her and work instead of play.
Jasper pushed inside her again and then ground his hips against her, “Lauren, it’s right there … silent in front of you.” Now he was panting as his pleasure was building. His muscles taught and carved. Ornate tattoos trailing down his olive skin of a canvas. “Don’t you want to be my partner?”
Lauren moaned in her sleep as she shifted her body. Her skin was flushed. the dream was affecting her physically. The folder on her lap shifted as her hand found its way between her legs, her fingers pressing her clit through her jeans. As the folder fell to the side, a piece of paper slipped out between the seat and the center console.
“Your partner? Peter, please just help me figure this out.” Now it was Peter on top of her, fucking her, using her body as if she wasn’t even there. His eyes weren’t focused on her. They were closed and aimed over her head. He grunted and pumped into her.
“I’ll do whatever you want, Darla. I’m your bitch!” Peter was mid-climax as Lauren watched his face contort in complete disdain and amazement.
Lauren snapped open her eyes, her breath panting and fogging the windows of the car. Her disdain for Peter, the lying cheating snake, snapped her right out of her dream. She pressed her hand to her forehead and snapped her eyes shut as she tried to remember the part of the dream with Jasper. It was odd. Things he said didn’t make sense. Still she was left soaked through her pants thinking about how he had felt inside her – in her dream at least.
She felt around the car for the contents of the file and started putting them back inside. What was it Jasper had said in the dream that left her feeling odd and out of sorts? She couldn’t put her finger on it. It wasn’t like it meant anything anyway – it was just a dream.
She looked at the clock and saw it was nearly 3:00 am. “Shit.” She hadn’t a plan for where she was going to go and she didn’t want to go back to the apartment. There was a hotel nearby. She’d go there for the night and sleep for a few hours before she was supposed to meet Darla in the office. Maybe she’d call in sick. Unlike Georgie Hopkins, Lauren had zero plans for what to do next.
She rubbed her eyes then started the car up, “Connect Whitey to Triumph Towers.” She was thinking aloud, “Did that. He’s screwing Darla Lovell, who lives in Triumph Towers. Doesn’t seem strong enough but it’s a start.
Darla is screwing Peter McElroy, attorney to the Board of Directors of Triumph Towers. Now that’s a strong lead.” Like it or not, Lauren had to get to the bottom of Peter’s connection in all of this. That was her next step and unfortunately, that meant speaking to Peter. She shot a text off to Peter, Meet me for breakfast at Bridgeway. 7am. Bring my toothbrush and a change of clothes, please. Lots to talk about. Before hitting send, she added one more thing for good measure, Love you. -Princess.