*Jessica's POV*
I could feel my heart beat in my chest more and more with every step I took closer to the house.
The 4 men didn't say a word as we approached then, neither did they when we opened the door and went inside.
They followed us into our house and into our kitchen. Still not a single word had been said and that made me even more nervous. I had no idea what to do, but I definitely wanted to get out of this room as soon as possible.
"Dear, could you make us some coffee? I need Dean to be awake while we have a little talk." The sound of his voice made me jump a little after all the tension building up in the room.
"Of course," I replied, my voice barely more than a whisper. I knew that showing fear was not a good thing around these people, but there was no way I could hide it.
I never had anything to do with Dean's business. Sure I knew what he did, but I never went anywhere with him if he had to work. It was too dangerous and he didn't want me to get hurt.
While I was making the coffee and placing the cups on the table, it was completely quiet again. Maybe they would wait till I was gone? I wouldn't mind if they did.
The coffee was ready soon and I filled everyone a cup. Well everyone except for me. I never liked coffee.
"You forgot yourself, dear." Why did he keep calling me 'dear'? I never met him before in my life!
"Euhm, I don't really drink coffee."
"Hmm, shame."
As he took his first sip of the coffee, I turned around, trying to leave the room as silent and invisible as possible.
"You can stay here. A witness for what we are about to say. So he definitely does not forget."
His voice grew a lot harder with that sentence and if I was scared before, I was petrified now.
I just kept standing there, slightly seeking support from the cupboard. I would rather not go sit anywhere near him.
"You are late Dean."
"I know, but I promise that," Dean was speaking in a rush. Trying to get an explanation out as soon as possible. I had never seen him like this!
"We don't like it when people are late, Dean." His voice was ice cold. He couldn't care any less about Dean or his explanation.
This was the first time I glanced at the other 3 guys. I could see a gun shimmer in one of their belts.
I quickly averted my eyes again before anyone would notice me staring. Staring was definitely not good.
"I know, but I promise you, I swear, that I will give you the money by the end of the week. There were some unforeseen problems, but I'll fix them! The money will be with you by the end of the week!"
Unforeseen problems? He hadn't told me anything about that. But then again, we very rarely talked about his work.
"Unforeseen problems, huh?" All of the sudden he pushed away his chair and in the same movement he was stood in front of me. Pinning me to the cupboard, his hand a firm grip on my chin. I wouldn't be able to move, not that I dared to in the first place.
"Might this be one of your 'unforeseen problems' Dean? Because I can see in her eyes that she's on drugs. And I'm pretty damn sure she doesn't pay for it, now does she."
I couldn't move, I could hardly breath, I never paid for the stuff Dean gave me. I mean I was his girlfriend, right.
Dean didn't say anything either, nor did he move. This would be a good time for him to help me, but I guess he was just as paralyzed as I was.
"Well?" his voice bellowed through the kitchen.
"S-she d-doesn't pay for it. I-I just give it to her."
"So that would make you his crackwh*re." He said, a smug smile on his face. And at that moment I lost it.
I pushed him in the chest and he mustn't have seen it coming because he actually had to take a step back.
"I am not his wh*re!" I yelled in his face.
Before I could say anything else, I was sat on the ground, I could taste blood in my mouth and as I brought my hand to my mouth, I noticed the blood on my fingers, coming from my lip. He had hit me and he had hit me good.
Dean stepped forward.
"Please! I'll make sure you have the money by the end of the week! It will be there! Just leave her alone she has nothing to do with it!"
He was panicking. I could see it and he could definitely see it.
He stepped past me, turning around when he got to the door.
"Last chance, Dean."
He motioned his guys to follow him and left the house without another word or blink.