Dangerous Deals

The stranger's gaze stayed on him as he took off his clothes. When their eyes met, Jason stiffened and turned around to back the man on the bed. This situation made him severely uncomfortable.

Ignoring the burning gaze behind him, Jason quickly dressed, changing into a black suit. 

The man got up and gestures to Jason's suit case.

"Take that, you never know if you will need it," he said and Jason grabbed it and walked out of the room.

After a while, he was sitting in the back seat of a dark Maybach. The driver nodded to the stranger as he drove off.

Jason could not calm down. He contemplated making a run for it when the car stops but he did not feel he could outrun a bullet, so he threw the thought away.

He knew the man needed him because he was his father's son. So he might as well use this.

"Legal representation is only recognized when you pay your lawyer," Jason said and looking out the window. He could still feel the stranger's gaze on him.

"Oh? You want to work for me?" The stranger asked.

"No. You want me to work for you. You are only my client when you pay," Jason answered. He had racked his brain on how to deal with this situation. Whatever this man was taking him to do, he could protect himself only if it was done as his client. As long as it did not cross the line, he could wiggle out of a few laws and may not even loose his license. 

So the most important thing now was to make sure this man was not a friend but a client in the eyes of the law. 

"True. Hiring you will have to happen eventually," the stranger said. Only then did Jason look away from the window and meet his gaze.

"How much is your f*e?" The stranger asked.

"How much do you think your problem is worth?" Jason asked and the man chuckled in response. His low voice seemed to vibrate through the expensive leather seats.

He took out his phone and fiddled with it for a minute, then Jason received a notification from his foreign bank account of a transfer. At a glance, he saw two hundred thousand dollars and his breath hitched slightly.

He looked up at the stranger with shock on his face. That kind of money was something he could only dream off.

"You work for me now," the man said.

"Don't you think I should know my client's name?" Jason asked and the stranger leaned his way till his face was visible to Jason in the dark car. For some reason, the car felt even smaller than usual.

"Marcus Night," the stranger answered. The street light hit his eyes, turning it to an odd shade of grey. Jason searched his memory for anyone he knew with this name. But no matter how much he searched, he could not place how they could have known each other.

When he came to, he realized Marcus was watching him with interested. There was a hint of mirth in his eyes as they held his for a moment, before Marcus pulled back.

"What do you need me to do?" Jason asked. The money had been paid. There was no turning back.

"There is a safety deposit box I need the consent of a Steele to access. You will walk in, sign the consent form, we talk the box and leave," Marcus explained.

"This is all?" Jason asked.

"One thing at a time," Marcus answered as the car can to a stop. Jason immediately looked out the window ast where they were and instantly went pale.

He knew this bank. When he used to intern at the prosecutor's office, this bank came up a lot. This was not a bank anyone wanted to decieve. People have turned up dead trying to take something from here.

As he got out of the car, Jason's heart rate spiked. 

"It's 3 Am. What bank opens at 3 am?" Jason asked nervously.

"This one," Marcus answered as he handed his gun to his driver and pulled Jason towards the bank.

"Are you absolutely sure they need any body of my father's bloodline or just him?" Jason asked.

Marcus looked down at him in amusement.

"You have heard of them, I see. Don't worry. You will do just fine," he said as they stepped into the bank.

The security at the door let them in easily and they were shown to the back.

"Mr Night, a late night withdrawal?" A man looked dup from his computer and smiled politely as he asked this.

"I need access to this deposit box," Marcus said, sliding a card to the man. The man looked up, then at Marcus. He typed away at his computer for a few seconds before looking up.

"Mr Night, this deposit box is not assigned to you," he said and Jason's heart dropped.

"It is under custodianship of Henry Steele. He can allocate access can he not?' Marcus asked and the man looked towards Jason with raised brows.

"We will need to confirm this with a DNA match. Are you sure, Mr Marcus?" He asked.

"Do it." Marcus ordered and Jason knees went weak. He had heard that some odd banks marched DNA to give access. He was his father's son, but he surely did not have his father's a hundred percent DNA. 

A small machine was brought over and Jason was asked to place his hand inside. A small needle pricked him and after a minute, they got the results.

"A fifty percent match. This is just on the tolerance line. Mr Marcus, this way," he said and led them to the deposit box. 

"Mr Marcus, please note, as of this moment, the owner of the deposit box has been informed of a withdrawal. You probably have five minutes," the man said a left them inside.

Marcus quickly unlocked the box while Jason panicked.

"Don't be so panicked, you will be fine," Marcus said as he took out the contents of the box.

"How is any of the procedure in this bank Legal?" Jason asked.

"It is, if all parties agreed to it," Marcus said as he put everything into the box the bank provided him.

"Ignoring the law, banks will agree to deals?" Jason asked incredulously.

Everything can be negotiated if you know where to go little Lawyer. We should go," Marcus said, shutting the suit case and dragging Jason out of the bank.

From how fast he was walking, Jason knew trouble was not far. And his premonition came true as Marcus dragged him, slamming to the car, when a bullet flew over his head shattering the tail light of a car parked on the other side.

"Jump darling," Marcus said, pulling Jason towards the Maybach and almost threw him in.

Marcus opened the car door and dashed in, landing untop Jason, who groaned at the sudden weight that slammed down on him.

The car pulled away in a hurry and Jason tried to crawl out from under Marcus in the small space of the back seat.

"Keep you head down," Marcus ordered, pushing Jason back down. 

"Leo, Loose them," Marcus instructed as the car swayed.

"We are almost at the meetup point," the driver answered as the car dipped into the tunnels. 

"You are much smaller than I expected. Do you not eat?" Marcus asked and Jason looked at him as though he had two heads.

"Is that the our problem at this moment?" Jason asked.

"Well, on the positive, you would be easy to carry," Marcus answered and Jason suddenly felt the position they were in was wrong. Marcus' gaze seemed more heated than usual.

Jason was not sure how long they had been in that position. The sould of gun shots had long been left behind, yet Marcus kept him pinned under him.

"Are you going o get off now?" Jason asked and Marcus looked away and slowly got off him.

As he made to get up, his knees brushed between Jason's legs and Jason let out a pain groan.

"Are you injured? Did I injured you?" Marcus asked, looking down at Jason's crotch as Jason sat up straight. Finally able to breathe, Jason did not bother to respond. He did not want to have this conversation with him. 

Marcus immediately reached to grab between Jason's legs but he quickly held his hands.

"What the hell?" Jason exclaimed.

"Take it out of your pants, so I can check," Marcus said.