The unknown account sent a reply to Jason's threat a split second later. "Who's this wannabe coming here to chase clout? You don't even have a single follower yet." More comments popped up in barely seconds as fans furiously typed on their phones. "I ain't supporting the guy who's slut shaming the Tiktok princess, but who's the other one??" Another fan said. "Lol. I think people shouldn't go around throwing blind threats." "I wish this was real life! This shit would have been on another level." "What a bully. Report reb.faulks account now!" "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Jason read the comments popping up. Most fans seemed neutral, but they didn't like the fact that he had no identity. He was barely hours old on the app, and he was already threatening to deal with another user. "The other sick guy should be banned from here! He's dragging her name in dirt." "Do Tiktok's community regulations on violence apply to comments on a live feed? Let's see what jay_storm is capable of!" "I'm
Another user commented. "Shit! If you aren't on Mila’s live right now, you've missed the battle of the century!""Jay_storm must be from another earth. He's so cool!""I'm already following jay_storm. All my 5000 followers have as well!""Fool! I'll show you!" The unknown account sent in the highest Tiktok gift possible.He sent in 25 Tiktok universe. The comments trooped at a rate of knots."That's the highest gift possible!""Did reb.faulks just send 25 of that??""I wish I was Mila right now. She's rich!""I'm curious, jay_storm. Is this where you bow out?" Another unknown account dropped this comment. Suddenly, Mila turned off the comments. Her live was blowing up, and she couldn't believe it. What started out as 1000 fans watching had turned into 8000 people. She received notifications on new followers every second."Thank you so much! You and jay_storm have helped me a lot." She sniffled, showing her gratitude for the fans' viewing. "But let's remember to stay respectful. I'm a
Jason returned to home page on his phone and even turned it off before tossing it on the bed. He approached the door, hesitating before he opened it halfway.“Hey, Mila. What’s up?”She spared a white smile, bringing up two bottles of wine and wiggling them before him. Jason breathed easily. She wasn’t here to call him out.He stepped out of her way, gesturing further into his room. Mila followed his hand and walked in while he closed the door behind her. Mila gave his room a once-over. “This is my first time in here. Not that it’s a surprise.“Did I live up to your expectations?” Jason raised his shoulders, not knowing what else to say.“I always knew you weren’t a slob. I wouldn’t have stayed here this long if you were.” Mila laughed, setting the two bottles of wine on the bed table and plopping down on his bed. “Whoa. It’s comfy.”“You don’t have to be polite when you don’t mean it.” “Agree to disagree. It’s my taste. Your bed feels warm and comfortable.”“It’s an old thing.” Jaso
Jason’s mouth fell open. Mila’s pretty face was right next to his and he noticed everything. Her flawless long lashes, velvety skin, full lips and beautiful green eyes.She leaned closer and Jason thought he could just give in, but he remembered Raymond’s words. The condition to receive the Stormwell fortune was that he had to marry Julane Halston, at least for a year. He automatically had a fiancée.“Err…you…we should…I don’t think.” Jason stammered, drawing away from her pretty face and putting a distance between them.Mila laughed, covering her mouth with her hands and holding her midriff. She laughed so hard that tears fell from her eyes. Jason rubbed the back of his neck, conflicted. “I wish you could see your face right now!” She laughed again. “I’ll get you for this.” “Ooo, I’m scared.” Mila mocked him, holding his arm as amusement swirled in her eyes. Jason lurched and tickled Mila. She yelped, laughing nonstop as he ambushed her on a quest to make her pay.“Jason! Sorry—
Jason bent his head as he huffed a silent laugh. The call went dead silent, too, save for Layla's frantic breathing on the other end of the line. "No," he said after taking his damned time and taunting her. Layla rushed, begging him, "No?! Jason, please. I'll pay back. I promise." "You are not more important to me than my education, Layla. I have to get to class." "But please!" Layla was desperate on her end. "I'll do anything you want. Just don't abandon me now." "Abandon? Do you have amnesia, or have you forgotten that you have a boyfriend? Get the fuck off my phone—" "Wait! Rick is..." she took a breather, obviously hiding something. "I've been trying to get a hold of him, but he's been AWOL since yesterday. Look, Jason. These people might actually kill me if you don't help." "Then, just die." "You don't mean that." Jason pressed end, showing her that he meant just that. He slung the arm of his bag over his shoulder, pulling it closer as he walked through the lobby on t
Jason ignored Layla, who knelt at his feet. He locked eyes with the man called Tegan. "So,what did she do?" It was the boss who responded to him, "Your bitch dared slap my right hand man and humiliate him." Layla butted in. "That's not true! He tried to make a pass at me, so I set him straight—" "Bitches don't have a working brain, I see!" Tegan snarled, shutting her up before turning to Jason. "You've had your question and answer session, but I just can't figure out what a mere Uber driver is doing here." " Does it matter if I'm a driver or not?" Jason frowned, even though he was unsure of how Tegan knew him. Tegan stood in his face, but Jason didn't back down. He faced him head on. "Why don't you scram, Uber boy? Before I put a bullet through your fucking skull." "You better watch your tongue" Jason stared at him, narrowing his eyes. Tegan scoffed, shoving Jason once. "You carried me the other day for $30. Have you come here to beg for more loose change?" Jason ignored hi
Layla stopped struggling, returning back to those scary men had no place on her to-do list. And Jason seemed furiously sexy as he held her down against this wall. She wondered if he still hadn't gotten over her. He still wanted her, Layla thought. There was no doubt about that. "Don't tell me..." Layla stopped, lowering her eyes seductively to his lips. "You are still in love with me?" Jason went silent. His expression was blank, and Layla had stupidly read meaning into that, thinking she had him caught red-handed. A part of her felt pleased that she could be this irresistible to a man. Even though Jason earned his money through illegal means, which she was so sure of, there would be no harm in her benefiting from him and Rick. He had money to offer her now. It would be a win-win. "I would rather not go back to those monsters. Take me to your bed, then," she purred. Jason bobbed his head, taking his time before moving away from her face. He was playing a game, and he was so goo
There were names that one would hear and instantly freeze at the idea that you've not only heard but seen the faces behind these names. What he just heard was a name this city defined as power. Jason didn't know much until Raymond's call changed his life that evening, but he had heard of this name. Think of how "Escobar" was so popular in the world of cartels. Logan Kane had just as much effect on anyone who heard it. "Holy shit," Jason muttered, and the man spared a faint smile. "There's no time to lose. You can get in, Young master. Raymond said that you have a mission for me." Jason bobbed his head, following his outstretched arm and sliding into the back seat of the flashy black car. When they both settled in, the car's engine roared to life. Logan Kane drove Jason out of the hotel's premises, acting like a chauffeur. Throughout, shock hummed through Jason. He couldn't believe it. A while later. The car pulled to a stop before a tall gate. It rolled away immediately, and L