Double San Diego Jam Knot Novels & Stories

The men lead me to a secluded area, the table has a number of expensive bottles and Santino opens on and swings it in his mouth. I sit at the far corner and remain quiet. Maximo as usually has his cigar and blowing off some smoke from his nose. The men look hot. Maximo’s takes off his leather jacket, while Santino removes his bow tie and throws it somewhere near the bottles. “ Drink up! Don’t pretend like you don’t drink,” Santino's dark eyes dare me. I look elsewhere. My mind is somewhere else, I have to find a way of sneaking out and finding my Besto key before someone gets their hands on it.

THE ESCAPE… Josiah struggled against the restraints, but they were only getting tighter. “Keep struggling, I like watching you squirm. By the way, Saddle made sure to tie the knots so the more you struggled the tighter they would get. She said it was a special hitch knot.” Crystal said. “Might as well get comfortable, a big bad storm is coming in.” She said as a rumbling roar of thunder shook the walls.