Jason bent his head as he huffed a silent laugh. The call went dead silent, too, save for Layla's frantic breathing on the other end of the line. "No," he said after taking his damned time and taunting her. Layla rushed, begging him, "No?! Jason, please. I'll pay back. I promise." "You are not more important to me than my education, Layla. I have to get to class." "But please!" Layla was desperate on her end. "I'll do anything you want. Just don't abandon me now." "Abandon? Do you have amnesia, or have you forgotten that you have a boyfriend? Get the fuck off my phone—" "Wait! Rick is..." she took a breather, obviously hiding something. "I've been trying to get a hold of him, but he's been AWOL since yesterday. Look, Jason. These people might actually kill me if you don't help." "Then, just die." "You don't mean that." Jason pressed end, showing her that he meant just that. He slung the arm of his bag over his shoulder, pulling it closer as he walked through the lobby on t

Layla stopped struggling, returning back to those scary men had no place on her to-do list. And Jason seemed furiously sexy as he held her down against this wall. She wondered if he still hadn't gotten over her. He still wanted her, Layla thought. There was no doubt about that. "Don't tell me..." Layla stopped, lowering her eyes seductively to his lips. "You are still in love with me?" Jason went silent. His expression was blank, and Layla had stupidly read meaning into that, thinking she had him caught red-handed. A part of her felt pleased that she could be this irresistible to a man. Even though Jason earned his money through illegal means, which she was so sure of, there would be no harm in her benefiting from him and Rick. He had money to offer her now. It would be a win-win. "I would rather not go back to those monsters. Take me to your bed, then," she purred. Jason bobbed his head, taking his time before moving away from her face. He was playing a game, and he was so goo

Jason sat back in the arm chair. His mind circled around ways he could make Tegan Olsen pay for how he treated him at the bar and for everything he had done to Mila. Logan was onto something and he had already become fond of the man for his quick wits.Logan said, “The government is developing a deserted area in the city. They are clearing forests and turning the area into an industrial hub. Every one with an eye for money has taken interest.”“Save for me. I’m just hearing about this.” Jason tapped the arm rest of the chair a couple of times. “Maybe Raymond thought it best to not mention it.”Logan laughed. “Others may have an eye for money but you are money, young master, and that’s a big difference.”Jason didn’t join in. He still worked his mind through everything the man had just divulged. In the next few years, this newly opened area would become a buzz. Anyone who got their hands on it now could become a billionaire.“You flatter me, but I’m still interested in this land sale.”

Logan insisted that they celebrate their big win. He was just getting to know the man, so Jason accepted to have a drink or two. But he was tricked into visiting a strip club.“This deceit will reflect on your salary, Logan.”“Your family pays me so well that a cut won’t even be significant.” Logan tossed him a grin before getting down and opening his door for him. “A strip club.” Jason voiced his thoughts out loud. He shook his head. “I don’t usually visit places like these.”“There’s a first time for everyone.” That toothy grin remained on the man’s handsome face.“You sound like Raymond.”Logan chuckled as they approached the entrance. “The old man does rub off on people, but a strip club doesn’t bite. Come on, it’s just one night, Young Master.”Jason sighed, “It’s only because you sound really convincing.”They walked into the building. Logan greeted the bouncer at the entrance and Jason was easily unnoticed because of his dressing. They settled down amongst the crowd, on their o

"Would I come here if I stole it? We are not strangers, yet it seems you know nothing about me, Darius." Logan treaded carefully with his words, seeing that his boss's life was in danger. "I don't know. It just baffles me that you are here to trade for that bustard's life. 200 million is not chicken change." Jason scoffed loudly. It was to him, but that piece of information wasn't something Darius and his men needed to know. "The Uber boy and I will take our leave now that we've gotten our message across." Logan and Jason turned away, heading for the entrance, but Darius cleared his throat behind them. They stopped. "I hope we don't meet under these circumstances next time." Darius paused for effect. "And don't bring the extra next time." Jason muttered under his breath and to Logan's hearing alone. "You will eat your words soon, Darius Rickard." A few moments later. Logan and Jason were settled in their car. They were headed for Jason's run-down apartment, which he shared with