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Clay's car drove in to the coffee shop parking lot and parked beside Jason's car. He and his men were standing beside their car. Once Clay opened the door, and I stepped out, I turned to Jason.
"Jason… what's going on?" I asked.
"I got that body that needs to be disposed… and I want your man to do it." he said pointing to Clay who just tilted his head, eyes unreadable. I visibly frowned.
"Jason there is protocol for things like this-"
"Hey, you said everything was approved that's all that matters." he said bluntly and one of his men opened the back of his large car. "We are going to go to the sight where the package is, I will tell you how I want it disposed of, and then we can celebrate officially our good health and talk guns." He gave an acidic smile and both Clay and I just frowned at him. But I wanted to get this over with. I took the first few steps toward the car and got in and Clay followed. Jason sat on the far left and his drivers took off. We were silent and honestly, I didn't mind it. I didn't have anything I wanted to say anyways.
"I want the body chopped up and burned. Fingers removed, teeth removed, I don't want them to be identified." he said. We know how to get rid of a fucking body! But I just nodded not wanting to start an argument.
"Alright." I replied. Jason looked at Clay.
"You know how to do that? That too much for you?" he asked. Clay just slowly turned his head and looked at him with a blank stare and then looked ahead again. Jason frowned a little and leaned forward to look at me. "You sure your guy can handle this?"
"Jason if you keep doubting our abilities, I'll have half a mind to cut ties with you right here and now." I all but snapped. Jason raised his hands.
"I am sorry I asked." he said. I said nothing else in return. I was mad, mad that this was happening out of the blue- no planning, no communication, not even knowing who it was we were going to be destroying. This was rushed and I didn't like it. We were deep into town now and a tall, shiny black building. We parked in the back and got out. Jason led us inside, with his men all around us. The lobby was nice and clean, and I figured this was a building Jason owned for his business. We moved inside the elevator. Clay stood in front of me once my back was a few inches from the elevator wall. Jason stood in front of him, bad idea, and his men stood around us. If anything were to happen, Clay would kill him first.
The elevator began to move up and I just looked at the back of Clay's hand. I glanced down at his hands to see his fingertips were mildly twitching. So he was just as ready I was for something to go down today. I looked at the screen atop of the elevator see it stops at level 3. The doors open and Jason steps to the side.
"My guys will show your guy the way. They'll help anyway they can." he said. The three large men stepped off the elevator and Clay glanced at me, his eyes saying, 'we came together, we leave together'. I just nodded at him and he just turned and followed the men off the elevator leaving just Jason and I together. The doors closed and we were standing side by side, watching our own reflections. My stance was calm and posed as was Jason. I glanced up at the screen to see we stopped on level 6. The doors slid open and I was met with a beautiful penthouse. Jason stepped out and I followed. The entire floor was shiny with hanging lights and portraits of different styles of art on the wall. There was a kitchen to the left with a bar and bar stools and a black fridge. A living room was right in front with a largest wide screen TV I had ever seen. There were leather couches and loveseats positioned around a glass oval coffee table. Off to the right was a large bed with a red comforter with black pillows. The entire wall in the back was a window of the entire city. I looked around the place trying not to look so impressed.
"This is where we are going to talk business?" I asked. Jason smirked as he unbuttoned the top of his suit jacket.
"Well I figure we can chat while we wait for your guy to handle his business." he said moving over to one of his cabinet in the kitchen and pulling out a blue wine bottle.
"Jason, I like my business to be planned and conducted professionally, not in your penthouse." I replied holding my purse close to me. He smirked as he glanced at me and sat the bottle down on the counter. He moved over to his utensil drawer and pulled out a wine opener. He moved over to the bottle and pressed the screw into the cork.
"Is that what you to Vincent Ragni before he bends you over?" he asked and now my body stiffened, and my eyes darkened now.
"The fuck you just say to me?" I asked and he smirked as he moved back over to remove to wine glasses from his bottle.
"Sit Yara, let's talk." he said, and I didn't move just yet, but cautiously began to move to stand in front of the bar sitting my purse atop of it. He began to pour the bottle of Bartenura Moscato into the glasses. "You think I was going to willingly go into business with someone who fucks her clients?" I stared at him intently as he pushed the first glass toward me and I just glanced at it. Obviously he had been tailing me trying to figure out if I had any one I cared about to maybe use against me if a deal with south.
"My relationship with Mr. Ragni is not on a professional level." I stated.
"That's right it's personal. Which could definitely make me wonder, what kind of deal is going on between the two. Is he getting a better deal on weapons if he's giving you dick?" he asked. I frowned a bit more lifting my head up now.
"What I do in my personal time-"
"With a business partner is very bad for business." he said. I couldn't hold back my scoff.
"What's your point, Jason? I've given you good deal on the last shipment of weapons. My company has taken care of you as a sign of good faith in order to make this partnership happen." I explained.
"Yeah well it's not enough!" he snapped, his demeanor changing. I crossed my arms now staring at him intently. I inhaled calmly.
"So what is it you want, Jason?" I asked and he slowly began to walk around the bar, approaching me like a predator. I held my ground and looked up at him as he towered over me.
"You disposed my body, you gave me a discount, but that's all from your company. I want something from you now." he said. He leaned into me now, and in response I leaned back. I continued to breathe calmly.
"What do you want from me?" I asked as he now pressed his body against mine. Our bodies pressed into the edge of the bar and he leaned his face into mine. I turned my face away, so his lips and nose mushed into my cheek. I groaned in response as I felt his hand take mine and suddenly press it against his crotch. I whimpered now as I felt his hardened shaft pressing into my palm.
"I want to feel what Vincent Ragni feels." he said breathlessly into my skin. His other hand was already pawing over my body. My mind wasn't in overload, if anything I felt very much still in control of my body. I did think of my bosses and how this was not unexpected or a surprise to me. I had to do anything I could to secure this deal with him. But then I realized, our deal had already been made. Whether he felt I still owed him meant nothing to me.
"You got a shipment of guns from me already… that means we are already in business. I don't owe you anything." I said pushing against him.
"That may be true, but to keep my business I need assurance that you're not cheating me out of my money and guns." he said. Such a bullshit excuse. I felt his hands beginning to grab at my dress in an attempt to remove it.
"Get off!" I yelled. I was suddenly turned and pressed into the bar, and his hand presses into my hair and forces me smack down onto the marble countertop. My teeth cut against the inside of my cheek and I immediately taste blood in my mouth. I feel him start to take my left arm and pin it to my back. So I hurry with my right hand and click my earring after glancing toward the large window at the buildings in the distance.
"In position?" I asked lowly, before my other arm is forced behind my back to be held behind my back with one of his hand while another began to unzip my dress then pull the bottom over my ass.
"Your man can't help you now." he said.
"Jason stop it!" I demanded doing my best to struggle, yet I was answered with my panties being pulled down to my ankles.
"Position locked." A voice said in my head, and I closed my eyes mentally preparing myself for what I was about to say. I hear Jason's pants unzip and I open my eyes.
"Fire." I reply. A quick flick shoots into the room and before I know it, I hear a thud behind me. My body is released, and I slowly stand back up taking even breaths. I take a small step back, lean down and pull my panties back up and then zip up my dress and finally look over my shoulder and stared at Jason as he lied there, a small red hole in his temple. I just stood there for a second before moving over to my purse and pulling out my phone. I dialed Clay's number and put the phone to my ear as I moved over to the elevator. I pushed the down button and waited. The phone answered.
"Yes?" Clay asked as I stepped inside the elevator. I turned and looked at Jason's body.
"Kill them all." I replied and hung up the phone. I placed my phone in my purse and hit level 3. As the doors began to slide shut, I merely smirked at the sound of gun shots taking place below me.