“They planted a bomb in the entrance!” Ramon screamed down the phone. “Get it sorted, right fucking now.” He hung up. Jase sighed, slipping his phone in his pocket and running a hand through his hair.
“He sounded pissed,” Sam mumbled, Jase looked at him with half-lidded eyes.
“He’s just had to close the club thanks to McKinney completely destroying the front hallway so yeah, he’s a little fucking tilted, Sammy.”
“Has anyone died?” Janine asked. She was laying across Sam’s lap, playing with the ends of her hair. Jase stared at her.
“What the fuck are you even doing down here? Fuck off,” he told her. She huffed, heading up to her bedroom. Jase was on one of his coke bingeing rampages and had been for three days. He’d barely slept since the last showing.
“What are we going to do?” Sam asked. Jase puffed his cheeks out.
“Well I’m either going to do more coke or no more coke, I haven’t decided yet and then I guess we’ll figure something out.” Sam sniggered, shaking his head.
“I do not envy that come down.”
“Things can’t exactly get much worse,” Jase mumbled.
Three hours later, he was passed out in the bedroom.
Madison was staring at him. She looked at the pillow and wondered how easy it would be to hold it over his face. Then she backtracked, once she was done with him, she’d still have to get past the others and a pillow wasn’t exactly the best weapon of choice.
His phone rang, breaking the silence. Jase didn’t move. She could see it sticking out of his jogger pocket.
“Jase,” she whispered, nudging him. He groaned. “Jase, your phone is ringing.” Without opening his eyes, he pulled it out and held it up to his ear.
“Hello?” he answered. His voice was rough and full of sleep. Madison would have found it attractive if she didn’t have to clench her jaw every time she looked at him. “Yeah, tonight, just start coming round at about eight,” he continued, rubbing his stubble, “alright mate, see you later.” He hung up, placing his phone on the nightstand before he looked at Madison who was still staring at him. “What?”
“I thought about killing you in your sleep,” she said bluntly with a straight face. Jase looked at her before he burst out laughing.
“Oh Madison, you are so much fun,” he sighed. His mocking trigger her and without thinking, she snatched the pillow, but Jase was too fast, grabbing her wrists and throwing her down underneath him, laughing again as he pinned her legs with his own. “Careful, you might turn me on.”
“You’re sick in the head,” Madison seethed. Jase frowned,
“Well, being raised by a whore teaches you to objectify women from a young age. But you’d know all about a fucked-up childhood, wouldn’t you? Tell me, Madison, did daddy teach you anything to do with pleasing men? Or was it not quite that messed up?”
“Fuck you!” she growled. He smiled, an evil sheen in his eyes. She tried struggling out of his grip but once again, he flexed his strength and tightened his hold, leaning into her ear.
“Wear something nice tonight.” He climbed off of her, leaving her in the room, shaking with anger. She launched the pillow at the door as he closed it behind him.
Sam looked up when Jase walked into the kitchen.
“You weren’t asleep for long,” he said, pushing the daily paper away from him. Still no articles on Madison. Jase pulled out the chair opposite him, smirking. Sam narrowed his eyes. “What’s Madison done now?” Jase folded his arms, shaking his head.
“She’s so thrilling. She just won’t quit, no matter what,” he looked at Sam, “she just tried to smother me with a pillow.” Sam’s brows shot up.
“Seriously?” Jase nodded.
“Gotta love her spirit.”