Torturing Pleasure

We are park close to the house where Joseph’s lover lives. We have not seen much movement inside, but I can safely say that we need not have to ask what he is doing. How wicked it would be to catch him off-guard the way he is at the moment.

Now I am in the back with Cassandra, still holding firmly onto the grip on my gun, when there suddenly is a knock on my window. As I snap my head to the left, I watch in an inch of a second as Mason jumps out of the car. The next thing I see is him shoving his gun into the back of the man.

I recognize him immediately; he is one of Joseph’s men; he must have spotted me and thought he could be brave enough to take me on. Next to me is a rather terrified woman,

“Cassandra, get into the front,” I yell as softly as I possibly can. The last thing we need is to cause an alarm for Joseph to come outside.

Mason opens the door and tries to shove the man inside, “Shut the fuck up and get into the car