Jason dressed himself and went to the door while I grabbed my own clothes and got up from the couch. I went straight to the bathroom, my legs still shaking from the unbelievable fuck I just had. This guy definitely knew how to use his weapons, that was for sure. At the same time I wondered how an evening in an all-night dance club could turn into one of the most exciting nights of my life. Scary as hell for sure, but I had to admit that I had never felt more alive than I did when I was with Jason.

If I told Stephanie that I had had more sex this night than I had in the previous six months combined, she probably wouldn’t believe it. Plus, if I told her that the man whose impressive cock had made me scream like I was insane was a mysterious guy that seemed to earn his money by working for a shady mafia boss, she might think I had gone crazy. And I started to think the same. A well-known voice inside my head asked me what the fuck I was doing here.

The reasonable part of me insisted that I had to leave. But my feelings didn’t agree on that. There was something about Jason that was different. He made me feel like no man ever had before. Although I wasn’t sure if it was healthy to discover more about him and his past, I felt the need to do exactly that. I heard people who had addictions telling similar stories: Although they knew the drug wasn’t good for them, they couldn’t let go of it. They just had to have it. In a crazy way, I could totally relate.

I was about to flush the toilet, when I suddenly froze. I went to the bathroom door and put my ear on it. I heard Jason talk to someone.

"I told you she’s not here“, he said.

"Jason, Jason, Jason“, the other voice said. "You know what happens to people who lie to me, right?“

I didn’t have to open the door to know who was the unknown visitor who had knocked on the door and who seemed to be inside this house now. I would never forget this ugly scarface for the rest of my life.

"Shame on you if you fool me once, shame on me if you fool me twice,” Don said.

"Damn, Don, what do you want me to tell you? I wouldn’t have thought that you’d make such a fuss about a little cunt like her.”

What the hell? Did he just call me a cunt?

"Jason, how many years do we know each other now? It’s been a long time. I only work with the best. That’s why I always hire you to get the big jobs done. But I have my rules. And one of these rules is that no one lies to me. You should know that.“

"What the fuck are you talking about?“

"You’ve lied about the girl. I know you’ve fucked her already. I can see it in your eyes. The way you tried to protect her when we met in the safe house spoke volumes.“

"Oh come on, really? You come to my house in the middle of the night because of your dirty fantasies? I’ve already told you that she’s my little brother’s wife…“

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Don screamed. "Your brother doesn’t have a wife. Do you think it took me more than 15 minutes to get that information?“

I heard the sound of several guns being unlocked. There had to be at least three more men with Don and Jason in the living room, probably his goons. My heart started to race like crazy. An image of Max grinning with his few teeth flashed through my mind before Don continued.

"The only reason I haven’t cut off your balls and put them into your mouth until you choke to death yet is that I want you to see me fuck the shit out of your little girl before I will grant you the pleasure of a quick death.“

My heart skipped a beat. This didn’t look good. Thank God I hadn’t flushed the toilet yet, otherwise he would have known for sure that I was here. Should I try to escape through the window? But where should I go? I had no idea where I was. And what would happen to Jason?

"Come on, Don“, I heard him say, sounding remarkably cool. "I’ve told you before, she’s not here. I’m fine with you fucking her from here to Chicago and back, but I can’t help you with that.“

Jason’s words hit me like a punch in the stomach. He sounded like he really meant it. Was that his real opinion? Or did he try to trick Don? All kinds of emotions raced through my body at the same time: fear, anger, worry.

"Make sure you think twice before you answer my question one final time, Jason. This room smells like a whorehouse. I am not sure if you had a gang-bang going on here before I arrived, but I am sure you’ve put your cock into at least one juicy pussy tonight.“

All the other men laughed out loudly, as if this had been the funniest thing they had heard in a long time.

"So, this is your last chance. Where is your little cunt, Jason?“

I was paralyzed. My brain told my feet to move, to get out of here, but nothing happened. It felt like an eternity before Jason finally answered.

"Okay, I’m going to be honest with you, Don Lorenzo.“

“Well, that would certainly be a refreshing change of pace, Jason.”

“Fine,” he said. “She’s not my brother’s wife.”

“Obviously.”

“She’s a little piece of ass I picked up at the strip club,” he said. “Yeah, I paid her for a quick fuck in the safe house before you got there, but I dropped her off at her place before coming home. Swear it.”

There was a long moment of silence, tensions saturating the air in the other room so thick, I could feel it all the way in the bathroom. My heart raced and I was fighting to control my breath. But, the longer the silence went on, the more scared I got.

Jason was scary as hell. But, I never really got the sense that he’d hurt me. That scarfaced son of a bitch on the other hand though — I knew he’d do terrible things to me. He was an evil bastard and I could smell it on him.

“See?” Don Lorenzo’s voice boomed. “Was it really that hard to be honest with me?”

“No, I suppose not,” Jason said.

“You hear that, fellas?” the mob boss laughed. “Mr. Navy SEAL here didn’t want to tell us he had to pay for some pussy.”

The other men in the room laughed like it was the funniest joke they’d ever heard in their lives. And even though I was terrified out of my mind, as I cowered behind the locked bathroom door, I seethed. I knew that Jason was saying whatever he had to say to get them out of the house, but the last thing I wanted to be thought of was a prostitute.

Even by scumbags like the mob boss and his men. Maybe even especially by the mob boss and his men. I didn’t want them thinking they could flash a little cash and get me to drop my panties. Yeah, I acted way out of character by fucking Jason tonight — twice — but that was the exception, not the norm. I’m not usually that kind of a girl and I found myself resenting those pigs in the other room for thinking that I was.

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Now was not the time for me to get on my high horse. I had bigger things to worry about than what some assholes thought of me. Assholes, that if we got out of this situation alive and in one piece, I was never going to see again in my life.

“Yeah, fine,” I heard Jason say. “Laugh it up. And get the fuck out of my house. I’m tired and I want to get some sleep.”

“Fine, fine, we’re going,” I heard Don Lorenzo say.

I felt it coming on and my eyes widened. I put my hand over my mouth and tried to hold back my sneeze. But like an oncoming train, I was powerless to stop it. I grabbed a towel and buried my face in it, but out it came and to my panicked ears, sounded louder than a bomb going off. All I could do was stand there, hoping against all hope, that I’d been able to muffle it well enough.

I stood, rooted to my spot, and listened.