A Fancy Cage Is Still A Cage

The moment Marcus and Jason escaped through the service staircase, Jason's home was raided by gunmen. They burst through searching every inch.

"He is not here!" The men told their leader, a man in a dark camo print.

The man looked down at the plate of finished food on the table and the kitchen and frowned.

"He was just here. Canvas the area," he order and his men obeyed.

He took out his phone and called his employer.

"We did not get to him in time. He is gone," he said.

In the back seat of Marcus' car, Jason remained quiet. His eyes were glued to the city outside. They had barely escaped. As the car pulled away, he felt angry. The only reason he was in this situation was because of Marcus.

He did not want to look at him right now.

Marcus noticed his silence.

"No thank you?" Marcus asked and Jason suppressed his urge to jump him.

"The only thing keeping you alive right now is that gun, Mr Night," Jason said.

"Marcus," he corrected.

"What?" Jason asked.

"It's Marcus, not Mr Night. And there is no need to be salty about the gun."

"You lied about carrying it. You might have lied about the gunmen too. Who knows with you? But still want a thank you?" Jason asked.

"The gun was a different matter. I lied to calm you. I thought we still had time for me to convince you to come with me. Besides, the gun is not necessary when coming to visit you. Even without the gun, I can still kill you easily," Marcus said and Jason shivered and finally looked at him.

He met cold eyes that made him still.

"So you think you deserve a thank you," Jason said.

"I put my company reputation on the line to protect you. So yes," Marcus answered.

"What?"

"Why Else would I release incriminating documents about my company?"

Jason paused for a moment and sneered, "Bullshit!"

"You don't seem as grateful as I thought you would be," Marcus answered and looked out the window.

"I may not know you well, but I can still smell bullshit from a mile away. There is always an angle with you. Your reasons for tarnishing the reputation of your company is your own. Don't chain me to this," Marcus said.

"True, I do have my motives, but I had many ways to accomplish them. But I chose the one that protects you. You are not hard to find, Jason. But at least now, no one would think I have you," Marcus said.

"So you can cage me away somewhere with NK one looking then," Jason muttered.

"You really have a bad impression of me, don't you?" Marcus said. Jason could feel Marcus' eyes boring into the side of his face, but he refused to look his way.

The car returned to silence. Soon, they pulled upy at the docks. Noticing where they were, Jason frowned.

"This can't be your home, can it?" He asked and Marcus chuckled.

"I need to handle some transactions my little Lawyer," Marcus said and nodded to the driver.

Several cars pulled up behind them. Men in dark suits walked out first, before Marcus stepped out he door.

He held the door for Jason, who was reluctant to follow him. After muttering a curse under his breath, Jason stepped out of the car and followed them towards a container. As they approached, Jason could see men waiting there.

"You came yourself, Marcus. I am honored," a man leading the group said.

"We had a deal, didn't we?" Marcus asked.

"I heard you had been attacked, so I thought you would be too busy. But all is well, I hope?" The man asked.

Now close enough, Jason could see that the person speaking was wolf, whom he had met back in the club yesterday.

"Is it complete?" Marcus asked.

"Madam Lee sends her regards. She quite liked the present you sent her," Wolf said, exposing his white teeth.

"Alright. Hand over the merchandise," Marcus nodded to his men and large wooden crates were carried over.

"You deliver this to her. Tell her I sent a little extra. I want her to find me that package," Marcus said.

"Madame Lee did say to tell you she had it and would give it to you if you sweeten the pot. But I am not sure how sweet she wants it, so you two will need to meet. I will be indisposed for a while after this delivery," Wolf said.

"The little extra will be to her liking. I can't meet her for now. Too many eyes," Marcus said.

"What about the little Lawyer? He can be trusted to bring to you, right?" Wolf said looking at Jason.

Jason felt his heart stop for a second. He wanted no part in this.

"If he has some time, I could bring him to meet madam Lee. Unless the lawyer has somewhere to be," Wolf said.

Jason wanted to protest.

"There and back. No funny business," Marcus agreed before Jason could react.

"My men will take you there and bring you back. If she likes what she sees, she will give you something bring it with you," Marcus ordered Jason and walked away without a word. Before Jason could process what was happening, Marcus had entered his car and driven away.

Jason went blank as Marcus' men led him to another car and he got in. Jason could not breathe. His hands trembled slightly. He was not sure where he was being taken.

A lot of things crossed his mind as the car moved forward. It was a thrifty minutes drive over, and the more time ticked on, the greater his fear.

He cursed Marcus in his head as the car cam to as stop before a brutalist style building.

He was led inside with Marcus' men.

A small Asian woman stepped down from the staircase and looked at the men.

"Marcus came?" She asked.

"No Madam Lee. He sent his man though. He said he added a little extra. Something you will love. He asked about a package. He sent his man here to bring the package to him if you liked what you saw," Wolf said, gesturing towards Jason, as the crates were carried in.

"Oh?" Madam Lee asked and hurried down the stairs as her long robe swooped around her.

"Open them," she ordered and Marcus' men opened the wooden crates. The moment Jason turned as set eyes on the inside of the crates, he froze.

Each large crate held a fully grown naked bloody man.