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"Can I sit in the front?" I asked him.

"And risk people seeing you and reporting to the police? No," Jason said harshly, starting up the van and driving it around the town. From my view I could see that it looked so very small town. I saw a movie theater, a sweet little cafe, a guitar shop, all blissfully unaware that something was about to happen, as if standing on the edge of a cliff and inching closer. Jason seemed to feel that too. He didn't look at me or say anything to me, and his hands looked like they were gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"Are you...nervous?" I said.

"Fuck no. I'm excited to get justice," Jason said, but his voice sounded shaky. He turned a corner, rather sloppily from what I could feel.

"So you cause others pain to get back for your pain?"

"Leah, I don't need this right now."

"Yes you do. Before you do something you'll regret."

"I don't regret bombing people. I regret what they did to get themselves bombed."

"And what did they do? Bring a criminal to justice? Protect themselves from being hurt?"

Jason pulled over and parallel-parked. Then he turned and stared straight into my eyes. "Did you just call my brother a criminal?"

"You're a criminal too."

His wave of anger wasn't halted, though it did calm slightly. "Is that how you see me, Leah?" he asked, sounding more tired than mad.

"I see what you are. You're a complicated person with many aspects," I began, looking at my handcuffs instead of him. "But one of them is criminal."

Jason unbuckled his seatbelt and walked over to me. He knelt down and touched my cheek with the back of his hand. "Don't you like that, Leah? You like the forbidden aspect. To everyone around you, you're a well-behaved girl who doesn't like to cause trouble, but underneath you just want to be dirty."

"Don't tell me who I am."

"Watch me," Jason said. He uncuffed one hand, holding it tightly in his hand while he stuck the cuff around a bar and clicked me back in. "We have a little while, Sanders and Johnson still have to set up. Come on, baby." Jason unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs.

"Jason..." I said, but I couldn't explain my way out of this one, he could see how wet I was.

"You want me so much, you try to deny it but I always know. I make you fantasize. You want me inside you all the time, you want me to thrust into you and you want me to make you orgasm like I did last night when I took you, Leah. Don't hide it baby, I'll always get it out of you," Jason whispered hotly into my ear. He yanked my underwear off and separated my legs, putting himself in between them. He gripped my t-shirt. "You don't know how much control I have to exhibit to not rip this off of you right now."

I was defenseless, my arms above my head. I tried to pull myself free but it only made the cuffs dig against my wrists.

Jason pulled me closer toward him. He had pulled his jeans and boxers down and before I could say anything else he was inside me again. Lording over me, he gripped my shoulders as he began to move over me. He gave me a deep, lingering kiss that I couldn't help but return. Every time he thrusted I felt the van shake under us, and I prayed that no one would look into the window and see.

Almost as if he could hear my thoughts, Jason whispered, "I hope someone sees us, I hope someone sees me thrusting into you while you can't do anything, all you can do is receive pleasure from me, you can barely even squirm."

All I could do for a reply was moan as he went deeper into me, as deep as he probably could. My nerves felt like they were on fire, a sexual fire that only Jason could quench. His hands were up my shirt, he unhooked my bra and massaged my breasts, until his mouth reached one of my nipples. He sucked on it through the t-shirt and then bit it lightly, then harder.

"Scream for me, baby," he demanded romantically, in between biting and sucking. "Yeah, you like that don't you? Say my name."

"Ohhh, Jason," I managed to get out.

"Good girl," Jason said, relishing the power he had over me. "Not so mighty now, are we?"

With a few final thrusts, Jason came, took off the condom I didn't even realize he had on, and pulled his boxers and shorts back on, leaving me with my underwear and jeans all across the van. "Put my clothes back on," I told him.

"Whatever you say," Jason said, looking smug and satisfied. He slid my panties back on and rebuttoned my jeans. It was a weird feeling, having him put my clothes on instead of taking them off as I have sort of become used to him doing. After he was done he got out of the van, I assume to make the phone call.

"How did you know they were done?" I had to ask when he got back in the van.

He shrugged. "I last a pretty long time," he said not very modestly as he began to drive, I assumed in the direction of the library they were to meet. "I figured they must be done by now."

Jason stopped the van and Sanders and Johnson climbed in. "We successfully planted the bomb, now let's get out of here."

Johnson playfully pushed Jason out of the driver's seat. Jason didn't object, he just crawled over to me. Unclicking and then clicking me back in, he freed my arms from being wrapped around the bar. He held me on his lap. "We're going to get them, Leah."

They drove for probably fifteen minutes, getting out of the town and parking in the corner of a McDonald's parking lot. Jason took out his computer and took me with him when the guys moved to the backseat. A feeling of dread began to grow in the pit of my stomach. We all sat around the computer as the picture began to come into a rather blurry focus.

"There's the cop!" Sanders exclaimed, pointing to a concerned-looking man in his police uniform. He was looking around each aisle, most likely looking for Jason, whose eyes were fixed on the screen, probably unaware that I was even here anymore.

"How long until the bomb goes off?" Jason asked.

"About five minutes," Johnson replied.

"And where is it?"

"In the corner of the room, near the checkout."

I couldn't stand this anymore. "Stop the bomb." It flew out of my mouth before I even realized I was saying it.

"We can't do that now," Jason said. "It's done."

I felt myself starting to panic. The sense of death loomed around me. "Please stop. Please make it stop."

"Don't listen to this chick, Jason. She's just trying to distract you. This guy killed Alex, remember that," Sanders said. Johnson was silent.

"I'm not some chick, Sanders. I'm trying to tell you that what you're doing is wrong. I've been trying to say that all along, but nobody will listen to me! Innocent people are in that store! Don't kill them, please!" I felt my time slipping away, the cop's time, the other people.

"Shut the fuck up, Leah!" Sanders said, clenching his fists. "I'll shut you up for good, I swear to God."

"God doesn't listen to you, Sanders. You're a godless asshole," I informed him.

The time was ticking down. "One minute to go," Johnson said.

"Thirty seconds," he said, what felt like only five seconds later.

My voice had caught in my throat, I felt broken and ruined.

"Five. Four..." Johnson said, probably just to torture me. I closed my eyes. "Three. Two. One."

Then nothing.