Out of the Fox's Den Into the Tiger's Mouth
1299 Words
Connie grabbed her keys from the footman at the door and nodded briskly at the flustered old butler before she stomped out of the house.
Did she overreact? Maybe, but she knew where things were going. She’s heard enough stories and watched enough dramas to know what goes on behind rich boy’s heads. Lure a girl with some money into the wolf’s den and then what? It was obvious. Jason is way out of her league. She would never be accepted into his family so all she would amount to is a fling or maybe kept on as a mistress.
Connie seethed as she started her car. Screw this s**t, she didn’t have any reason to stay away from her family anymore. Come tomorrow she is going to put in her resignation, sell her house, and go home. She stepped on the gas and flew down the street. Her vision fixed lazily on the small patch of pavement illuminated by her headlights as her mind wandered back to the ludicrous offer.
BEEEEEP!!!!!!
The sound of a blaring horn and breaking tires on pavement rent the air pulling Connie back to reality. She slammed on the brakes and swerved to get out of the way. The two cars narrowly avoided a head-on collision and stopped on the side of the road. Connie gripped the driving wheel until her knuckles were white. Adrenaline pumping through her, she watched everything from her rearview mirror as if it were in slow motion. A burly man leaped out of the car, cursing as he came up to her car.
Slamming his fist into her window he shouted, “You stupid b***h! Get out of your car, NOW!!”
Connie couldn’t stop shivering. She immediately locked her doors and screamed, “I’m really sorry, sir!”
“Your sorry ain’t worth s**t! Get out here!” He started pounding on her glass window.
Connie bit her lower lip, “Sir! Please, you are scaring me! Let’s meet at the police station! I don’t want to confront you in the middle of the night alone. Please! Just follow my car, I won’t run away.”
“f**k those pigs. Get out now or so help me,” he reached into his coat and pulled out a gun.
Connie’s eyes widened and she screamed.
***
Jason sat in his room ruminating over the conversation. She was the one who said she would work here if he offered three meals and more compensation. What did he do wrong? His mother had always told him he was “insensitive” when it came to women but he didn’t get it.
“Sir?”
Jason looked up and found the old butler standing at the open doorway. “What is it?”
“If I may be so bold, you should apologize and explain yourself to Ms. Tran tomorrow or I fear your working relationship will be ruined.”
“What do you mean?”
“She may have taken offense to what you said. When a young man asks a pretty young woman to live in his house to work ‘24-7’ it insinuates prostitution.”
“Oh…,” realization hit Jason like a slap to the back of the head. So that was why she was so upset. He was basically asking her to w***e herself. That wasn’t his original intention. He merely wanted to spend more time with her and get to know her. Ever since his kidnapping, he had become more withdrawn, refusing to talk to people for longer than a few minutes but he felt it was different with Connie. When he was with her, he could talk more, no, he wanted to talk more. Like a man in the desert searching for an oasis, he wanted a way out of his living nightmare.
“Thank you,” he simply nodded at the old butler and lay in his bed to think what to do next.
“Certainly, sir. Good night,” the old man bowed slightly and closed the bedroom door.
Jason wanted to rest but he couldn’t, his mind kept replaying the scene of Connie’s face cooling down and staring at him like he was a bug. He swept his face with his hands as he exhaled slowly. Damn it.
Bzzz Bzzzz Bzzz
Jason glanced down at his burner phone and saw an unknown number flash. An odd glint flashed over his eyes as he swiped to connect the call.
“Hello.”
A man hissed over the line, “s**t man, you have to stop these lynchings. You’ve poked the hive one too many times and now all the hornets are coming out. We got orders to reinvestigate the other three murders you committed. They’re hellbent on finding you, man. I’m not surprised that the mobsters got men in the Bureau, I’m just surprised they’re so high up the chain. Damn it.”
Jason smirked, at last, they were starting to move. “So who is ordering the reinvestigation?”
“It’s a fellow director. I’ll send you the information but don’t touch him. He’s a legend here at the Bureau. If you kill him, you’re going to have agents up your ass in seconds. I won’t be able to help you, I’m sorry.”
“Thanks for everything.”
The man over the phone sighed, “I have to go. I’ll leave the information in the same drop site tomorrow morning. Oh, and Ace? Watch your back.”
“Thanks,” Jason hung up. He laid back down and stared at the ceiling in quiet contemplation. Finally, he was getting a rise out of the mobsters. He was going to kill them all one by one until they hand over the asshole who tormented him and return every single cut they inflicted on him. Only after they tell him who ordered the hit on him will he allow them to die. The four he had caught and tortured never talked; either they didn’t know or they were too loyal.
***
When the man pointed the gun at her head through the window, Connie stopped screaming. It was futile anyway, they were in the middle of nowhere on the side of the road. If she annoyed him he might really pull the trigger. Connie stepped out of the car with her hands raised and was pushed roughly towards the car she almost hit earlier. It looked ultra-expensive and part of her was glad she didn’t hit it. Imagine the repair fees…
She glanced into the open back window and found herself looking into the blue eyes of the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He must be the devil, no one looks this good and works with armed bruisers.
“Stop scaring little girls in the middle of the night.”
The bulky ruffian dropped his head immediately. “Sorry.”
Dorian tilted his head and appraised the frightened girl from head to toe. Having faced death many times, Dorian originally thought the incident earlier was a suicide mission to take him out but it appears it was just a dumb little kitten.
Gesturing to his goon, who rushed to open the door. Dorian jut his sharp chin out towards the posh leather seat next to him. “Let's talk. Sit here, you’re letting the cold air in.”
Connie wanted to run but her legs were shaking so hard that a slight nudge would send her sprawling. Where could she go anyway? They were armed and she was close enough that even a blind man would have a hard time missing the shot. She took a quick breath and climbed into the car.
Damn it; she just got out of the fox’s den and dove right into the tiger’s mouth.
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