Serial Story: Jasmine Betrayal, Part 14
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Jasmine Betrayal
Part 14
Genevieve didn’t struggle when they pulled her off the bed behind Max and out to a large cargo van waiting outside. It wasn’t her first choice of transportation, but she needed to get to those files, and regardless of the fact that these men obviously intended to kill her, they’d get her where she needed to go.
She just needed to stay alive long enough to get to those files.
The ride was quick and quiet, with men on either side of her and Max in the seat behind her with two more men on either side. She tried to look over her shoulder at him, but was cuffed in the head for her troubles, causing a scuffle in the back that sounded painful. Deciding it was best to just wait it out, she faced forward, picking out what few possible landmarks she could out the front window from her vantage point between the two front seats.
When they arrived, she followed her captors meekly into a large, concrete building, her eyes taking a few moments to adjust to the dim light within. She was tied to a chair with Max beside her, and as she looked around the nearly empty shell of the building, to her left she saw stacks of boxes piled up just inside a large garage-style door.
Nudging Max with her shoulder, she met his gaze, and then looked at the boxes. He shook his head, giving her a stern look.
“Maybe we can--” she whispered, stopping short when his eyes narrowed more.
“No,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Just stay quiet. I’ll think of something.”
“It doesn’t matter. Nothing she says will save either of you. You killed my brother, and for that, you will die.”
“Jenkins didn’t have a brother,” Max said, his voice calm. “You must have us mistaken with someone else.”
The man laughed. “Jenkins was a piece of shit, and I’ve been trying to take over his cartel for years. I’m glad he’s dead - you did me a favor there. But you killed my brother at the diner, and for that, you’ll pay.”
Genevieve spoke up. “Even if I can tell you what Jenkins was looking for in the files?”
She pointedly avoided looking at Max, and the growl emanating from his throat would have been amusing in any other situation. As for scar-face, his eyes were hungry and he bent forward, leaning in close to her face.
Too close.
“We already know he was looking for the deed to the diner, little girl. It doesn’t matter - we’ll just file for a new deed once you’re gone. There won’t be anyone left to contest it now, will there?”
“You might as well just tell them where it is,” Max said, surprising her. She turned to meet his angry gaze, but there was something else behind the irritation. Like he knew something she didn’t.
“Still not a good idea,” she said, shaking her head. “If he knew what was on it...”
Turning back to scar-face, she met his gaze and saw the definite interest there. Fighting to hold back a grin, she tried to look scared and whipped back to Max.
“I probably shouldn’t have said that,” she murmured, earning an exasperated growl from Max, and a chuckle from thier captor.
“I like her,” scar-face said. “Maybe we’ll find a use for you after all, little girl. If you tell me what you know about that title, that is.”
She bit her lip, not having to try hard to look nervous. “What about Max? I mean, he’s a pain in the ass sometimes, but I don’t want to see him die...”
The man shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t promise anything for him. He’s too dangerous to keep around. In fact, we should take care of that right now, don’t you think?” He gestured to one of his men, who pulled a gun and held it to the side of Max’s head.
“Wait!” Genevieve’s heart was in her throat as she blinked back real tears. “I won’t tell you anything if you hurt him. You’ll get nothing. That’s a promise.”
The man hesitated, and then gave a slight nod to his henchman, who lowered the gun.
“Tell me what you’ve got, and we’ll let him live for a little while longer.”
“There’s a number,” Genevieve said, keeping an eye on the henchman’s gun. “On the back of the title. I think it matches a number in the files.”
Scar-face raised an eyebrow. “What’s the number?”
She shook her head. “I don’t remember it, but it’s on the title. Back at the hotel room. I think it got knocked off the table when you guys broke into our room.”
He turned and motioned to several of his men. “Go get it, and bring it back here. Hurry.”
Looking back at Genevieve, he tapped his chin with a forefinger. “When they get back, you’ll find this file in your father’s things, and give it to me. In return, I’ll spare your life, and make your boyfriend’s death a speedy one. Agreed?”
She blinked back more tears, and then slowly nodded. “Just...one other thing,” she said, lowering her eyes and trying to look shy. The man squatted down in front of her, his expression one of amused attraction. It figured she’d attract the criminal mastermind of the bunch. Hopefully that wouldn’t get in the way of her plan.
“I know it’s a lot to ask, but before, at the hotel, you...well, we...” She turned her head away coyly. “Before you shoot him, I’d like...um...a chance to finish what we started, if you know what I mean.”
The man stared at her for a long moment, and then burst out laughing. Standing up, he shook his head and laughed some more. Her face was red-hot, and she knew that would help her, but she didn’t think she’d ever been so embarrassed in her life.
Finally, Scar-face pointed to a door several feet away.
“Take them in there and untie them. They have until the others get back to...enjoy one last conjugal visit. Then he dies, and she helps us find that file. Agreed?”
She nodded, refusing to look at Max as the men took them to the room and cut their bonds, closing the door behind them and snapping the lock shut.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know what else to do, but we needed to get free, and--”
“Don’t you ever do anything like that again,” Max growled, grabbing her arm and spinning her to face him.
Then his lips came crashing down on hers, hot, hard and needy.
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Jasmine Betrayal
Part 14
Genevieve didn’t struggle when they pulled her off the bed behind Max and out to a large cargo van waiting outside. It wasn’t her first choice of transportation, but she needed to get to those files, and regardless of the fact that these men obviously intended to kill her, they’d get her where she needed to go.
She just needed to stay alive long enough to get to those files.
The ride was quick and quiet, with men on either side of her and Max in the seat behind her with two more men on either side. She tried to look over her shoulder at him, but was cuffed in the head for her troubles, causing a scuffle in the back that sounded painful. Deciding it was best to just wait it out, she faced forward, picking out what few possible landmarks she could out the front window from her vantage point between the two front seats.
When they arrived, she followed her captors meekly into a large, concrete building, her eyes taking a few moments to adjust to the dim light within. She was tied to a chair with Max beside her, and as she looked around the nearly empty shell of the building, to her left she saw stacks of boxes piled up just inside a large garage-style door.
Nudging Max with her shoulder, she met his gaze, and then looked at the boxes. He shook his head, giving her a stern look.
“Maybe we can--” she whispered, stopping short when his eyes narrowed more.
“No,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Just stay quiet. I’ll think of something.”
“It doesn’t matter. Nothing she says will save either of you. You killed my brother, and for that, you will die.”
“Jenkins didn’t have a brother,” Max said, his voice calm. “You must have us mistaken with someone else.”
The man laughed. “Jenkins was a piece of shit, and I’ve been trying to take over his cartel for years. I’m glad he’s dead - you did me a favor there. But you killed my brother at the diner, and for that, you’ll pay.”
Genevieve spoke up. “Even if I can tell you what Jenkins was looking for in the files?”
She pointedly avoided looking at Max, and the growl emanating from his throat would have been amusing in any other situation. As for scar-face, his eyes were hungry and he bent forward, leaning in close to her face.
Too close.
“We already know he was looking for the deed to the diner, little girl. It doesn’t matter - we’ll just file for a new deed once you’re gone. There won’t be anyone left to contest it now, will there?”
“You might as well just tell them where it is,” Max said, surprising her. She turned to meet his angry gaze, but there was something else behind the irritation. Like he knew something she didn’t.
“Still not a good idea,” she said, shaking her head. “If he knew what was on it...”
Turning back to scar-face, she met his gaze and saw the definite interest there. Fighting to hold back a grin, she tried to look scared and whipped back to Max.
“I probably shouldn’t have said that,” she murmured, earning an exasperated growl from Max, and a chuckle from thier captor.
“I like her,” scar-face said. “Maybe we’ll find a use for you after all, little girl. If you tell me what you know about that title, that is.”
She bit her lip, not having to try hard to look nervous. “What about Max? I mean, he’s a pain in the ass sometimes, but I don’t want to see him die...”
The man shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t promise anything for him. He’s too dangerous to keep around. In fact, we should take care of that right now, don’t you think?” He gestured to one of his men, who pulled a gun and held it to the side of Max’s head.
“Wait!” Genevieve’s heart was in her throat as she blinked back real tears. “I won’t tell you anything if you hurt him. You’ll get nothing. That’s a promise.”
The man hesitated, and then gave a slight nod to his henchman, who lowered the gun.
“Tell me what you’ve got, and we’ll let him live for a little while longer.”
“There’s a number,” Genevieve said, keeping an eye on the henchman’s gun. “On the back of the title. I think it matches a number in the files.”
Scar-face raised an eyebrow. “What’s the number?”
She shook her head. “I don’t remember it, but it’s on the title. Back at the hotel room. I think it got knocked off the table when you guys broke into our room.”
He turned and motioned to several of his men. “Go get it, and bring it back here. Hurry.”
Looking back at Genevieve, he tapped his chin with a forefinger. “When they get back, you’ll find this file in your father’s things, and give it to me. In return, I’ll spare your life, and make your boyfriend’s death a speedy one. Agreed?”
She blinked back more tears, and then slowly nodded. “Just...one other thing,” she said, lowering her eyes and trying to look shy. The man squatted down in front of her, his expression one of amused attraction. It figured she’d attract the criminal mastermind of the bunch. Hopefully that wouldn’t get in the way of her plan.
“I know it’s a lot to ask, but before, at the hotel, you...well, we...” She turned her head away coyly. “Before you shoot him, I’d like...um...a chance to finish what we started, if you know what I mean.”
The man stared at her for a long moment, and then burst out laughing. Standing up, he shook his head and laughed some more. Her face was red-hot, and she knew that would help her, but she didn’t think she’d ever been so embarrassed in her life.
Finally, Scar-face pointed to a door several feet away.
“Take them in there and untie them. They have until the others get back to...enjoy one last conjugal visit. Then he dies, and she helps us find that file. Agreed?”
She nodded, refusing to look at Max as the men took them to the room and cut their bonds, closing the door behind them and snapping the lock shut.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know what else to do, but we needed to get free, and--”
“Don’t you ever do anything like that again,” Max growled, grabbing her arm and spinning her to face him.
Then his lips came crashing down on hers, hot, hard and needy.
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