“That’s cold,” hissed Jazz opening her eyes. She instantly starts to shiver especially when she realized she was naked and her hands tied together. Frantically looking around to see who was with her and where she was currently.
“Eva,” she asked shocked.
“Took your bloody time waking up,” she grabbed hold of another bucket of water. Viciously she throws it against the helpless girl who covered on the dirty bed.
Jazz sputters when the water hit her full in the face again. She thought she had survived her cousin’s mean streak but apparently not since she was behaving again like she used to when they were children. She suddenly searched and found her inner core knowing how to play their games of tormentor and the captive. She always might start the fight but she who was Jazz Duncan always completed it stepping away as the victor.
“What the hell Eva? Untie my hands now.” She said in the stern voice she learned from her grandmother.
“Tell me cousin, what do you remember about last night?” Eva stood towering over her.
“What do you mean? You made it sound like I should remember something?” Jazz looked at the openly vicious and nasty expression on her cousin’s face.
“You certainly made the headlines this morning. I can’t wait for that old bat that we call grandmother to learn about your wild side. I truly hope she would choke on her lemon tasted tea.”
“What are you talking about Eva?”
“Oh, you will learn not to mess with me, bitch.” She grabbed hold of her phone and quickly scrolled through various websites. “No…no, fuck, where is it?” she suddenly screeched in fury.
Jazz choice her distraction to start biting the rope. They may have grown up now and worlds apart but she never forgotten her lessons learned as a child. The moment she was free, she carefully climbed from the dirty bed. She noticed her dolphin necklace laying on the floor. The chain seemed to be broken.
“What the fuck,” Eva instantly moved to grab hold of her. “You will not get out of here.”
Jazz timed her the moment she was within reached she slapped her hard throw the face. Shocked and surprise, Eva staggered backwards. Her heart clearly feeling black made her instantly retaliated She stormed the naked girl with clawing fingers. “I want you to die,” she screamed.
“You have to fight me for that privilege cousin.”
Jazz moved with maneuverability that infuriates the other girl. “Catch me if you can, cousin. I don’t know what you did with me last night.”
“How did you removed the footage?” she screamed trying to catch her.
“What footage?” Jazz stood motionless a moment. She tried searching her mind but everything comes up blank.
“I will manage somehow to wipe you from this planet, bitch.”
“Give it your best shot, cousin.” She taunted the other girl while making sure to stay out of reach of her grabbing hands.
“Eva, where is my clothes?”
“Are you ashamed of your body?”
“No, I am must better looking then you. The way you went through men, you must be on the used good lists by now. Judging from that nasty expression on your face, not long and we both will see the road marks of your choices edge onto your mean looking face.”
“I hate you Jazz,”
“I know you keep telling me. But I don’t feel the effects of your hatred.”
Eva looked at her panting from the attempt to catch Jazz.
“You should exercise more. You sound like an alley cat in heat.”
“Bitch,”
“Nah, that label is your collar to wear. And you wear it so proudly.”
“When I am finished with you grandmother will never talk to you again.” Eva start moving towards the door.
“Where are my clothes?”
“No clothes for you. I still have plans.”
Jazz moved quickly but this time surprising Eva was faster reaching the door, opening and quickly locking it from the outside.
Jazz reached for the door just to confirm it was really locked. Then she turned around and looked at the barren room except for the dirty bed. She noticed a landline. Quickly reaching for it but it was dead. “What dirty place did you trapped me inside Eva?” her question echoes with no answer. Bored for a moment she looked at the window. She was never afraid to take risks, and she certainly isn’t above getting out of here naked.
She noticed the dust covered mirror. A naughty streak took hold of her. She moved and stood in front of the mirror. A slow smile curved around her lips. “Well now Eva, I did tell you I believe in self-love. This very expressions and soft lines on my face, I am the owner of this face. The characterizations are my very expression of owned adoration.” She laughed softly. “This my dear cousin is my self portrait …I owned and love every definition. Just looked at this reflection of various shades of brown within my eyes, even the casting of emotions influences my expressions. You are currently the reason for the crease between my eyes, definitely define by my mood at this moment.”
She turned away from her reflection moving towards the window. “I am certainly not going to stay trapped in this place. Somehow you caught and lead me into a trap but I am not your victim in waiting, cousin.”
Intent on inspecting the window when she noticed something in the corner of the floor. Curious she moved closer kneel and tried to remove the floor board. It seems as thought there was something hidden inside. Her immediate movements suddenly stilled when she realized someone was inserting a key into the door. She quickly moved upright moving into attacking mode.
“I am not your victim in waiting Eva Duncan.” She whispered. The moment the door starts to pushed opened she jumped in the air with fingers clawing and sinking into flesh. She realized the upper body where she wrapped her naked legs around was well muscled and moving. She felt a wet tongue lapping her nipples, firm hands wrapping around her buttocks in a very intimate fashion. She felt the adrenaline and overwhelming instant desire burning through her. Horrified that the powerful man might realize her body’s instant betrayal she bites his head.
“Bloody hell, get off me,” the man let go of her. She instantly land on the floor staying in a crouching position. “Who the hell are you? Who locked you in here naked?’ growled the man in a dangerous tone.
Jack Warren, self-made billionaire was not a man to be trifled with. He allows no one into his inner circle. There was only one man he trusted, he saved him from the streets and earned his respect and absolute loyalty. He looked at the sleeping boy across from him in the car. Since he found Jason in that duffle bag, not once did he leave him alone. He trusts no one around the boy. His mother has entrusted him with another one of her most valued persons. He was curious about his brother but any questions he has to wait for the answers.“Sir, we are here?”He looked up and away from the boy. The rundown building was the place he had grown up in. He patiently waited until the current owner died before buying the place. He plans on creating a park here. He wants to wipe away his past. He looked back at the sleeping boy wandering what his life was like before. The boy only admitted once that their mother told him he was his big brother and that he should live with him now. He tried to ques
“Jack Warren, where the bloody hell are you?”The man in question patiently sits behind his desk watching the door as it burst opened. He should talk to his ‘man’ about who was allowed entrance into his residencies from now on. He acted on pure instinct when he so quickly married Jazz Duncan. Uncertain as yet what his plans was but no one was going to made her look like a fool while married to him. He should give his ‘man’ a huge bonus for wiping the footage from the internet.“Bastard,” screeched the tall girl. She stopped in front of his desk slapping her open palms down on the smooth top.“Carly King,” he said nonchalant.“Is that all you can say?” she truly tries to control her temper. Suddenly she stood upright and strolled towards a close by chair sitting down. She takes deep breathes to calm her flaring temper.“What do you want Carly?”“Is it true?” she asked in a now soft almost girly voice.“You have to be more precise with the accusation.” He said indifferent.“Are you mar
“Jason,”Jazz quickly approached the boy. These last two days she noticed he kept himself apart from everyone. She was still uncertain but was acting on a gut feeling around him. If she was reading the signs correctly the boy has trust issues. She felt drawn to him almost like she should protect him. She remembers being very independent after losing her parents but there was something else going on with the boy.“Is something wrong Jazz?” he quickly sits up straight closing his school books.“No, I am just letting you know I am going out for an hour. Will you be okay?”“Yes, Jazz,”“Okay, can we have a movie night later?”“I would like that. Maybe we can ask Jack to join us.” He asked hopeful.“That’s an idea. Just so you know, I am not into romantic stories, I like scary or action packed.” She grinned when she saw she hit the right note for movie night. She hugged him again before leaving.Jason watched her, silent tears streaming down his face. He quickly looked around relief when h
Jazz packed several of her most precious belongings. She then sends a maid to call in her driver. While she waited, she starts to searched for her dolphin necklace but can’t seemed to find it. This has her very worried. The piece of jewelry belonged to her mother. Puzzled she stood in the middle of the bedroom. “May I enter?” the driver stood politely outside her bedroom. “Yes,” “Get out of my way.” Eva stormed past the man. “Get out,” she ordered. The man stood motionless looking at Eva. “Are you deaf,” she screamed. “No, I only obey my Missus,” he said calmly. “You are not bloody serious,” the disbelieve in her voice very obvious. She actually stormed the man with the intension of pushing him out. He stood rooted in one spot just looking at her bored. Jazz briefly smiled before she nods for the man to take her luggage downstairs. She then turned to face her irate cousin. “What do you want Eva?” “Where are you going?” she asked in a confronted tone. “What is it to you, E
Jack glared at the phone in his hand. At first, he didn’t understand why William handed it to him.“May I enter, sir?”Jack looked pointedly at his ‘man’ waiting for an answer.“Sir, your wife left it in the car when she rushed to enter.” He starts with explaining.“What do you mean?” Jack feels like hitting someone. He may have married her on contract but really no one was going to play her for a fool.“As you know I followed her to where she went. I noticed she was acting very doubtful, almost like she wasn’t certain about her actions. In front of this apartment complex she was pacing back and forth.”“That’s very curious,” Jack observed.“Indeed sir, and she seemed have an active conversation with herself,” a small smiled quickly played around his lips.“Excuse me!” Jack wasn’t certain he heard correctly.
“I am a married woman, oh why, oh, did that happened,” Jazz sings while standing awkwardly in the shower, the strong arms holding in her position. Apparently, no shame in being naked with the man being a stranger.“What should I do, what should I do,” She giggles then spurted water when a silent Jack pushed her soapy head under the water.“Excuse me!” she wiped the water from her face.“You better finish before I dropped you. Next time call one of the maids to help you,” Jack growls while reaching to shut the water of.“I am not married to a bloody maid, and besides you did lie saying for better or worse,”“It was just words,” he declares.“Its what you think,” Jazz wipes the wet hair from her face then slowly turning in the arms holding her. She slowly looked up into his scowling face. “Really, what’s with the expression Jack?&r
The drums are calling, the drums are beating, the drums echoing the warning…Jack was restless and tense in his sleep. He tried opening his eyes but everything stayed dark around him.He can taste the fear in his mouth on his tongue. He tried fighting the invisible hands holding him down.“Jack don’t look,” said the voice somewhere in the darkness.“Who are you?” he tried asking but it felt like his lips are barely moving. It felt like his body was drenched in sweat.Again, he tried waking up but it seemed like he stayed trapped in the nightmare. He doesn’t know the hour of the night nor the reason but at last he managed to wake up. His first sleepy impression was the bright moonlight through the open curtains.Something caught and draw his attention, his gaze fixed on the door that stood slightly ajar. This puzzles him.“Jack,” called the voice.He starts to follow the voice. Once he reached his door, he carefully pushed it opened. The hall looked shadowy. Uncertain about what to do.
Jack unlocked the motel building. He noticed some faded footsteps in the dust on the cracked tile flooring. The entrance was filled with trash. Since he was here a couple of weeks ago someone thought it best to turn a locked place into a dumping place. Grim face his purposefully walked towards the room where he was raised. He instantly noticed the door stood opened. With his hand casually on his gun he steps closer.He slowly kicked the door wider stepping inside. The place was empty except for a bundle of clothes strewn over the dirty bed. He frowned stepping closer. He was instantly disgusted when he understood what he was looking at. Some perverted use the panties to ejaculate on and it seem like it was done recently.Jazz…he thought, remembering she was naked when he found her here. It means the bastard had brought the clothes back. “I will know who you are one way or another.” He softly vowed.He looked around and noticed the floor board