Jason dosed off on his way back to his run-down apartment in the city. He had seen Layla and that bastard, Rick, laughing at him, and he jerked awake, realising the driver just shoved his shoulder.The man shoved him again and again."Sir! God dang, wake up!"Jason's face scrunched. As he became more awake, he let out a yawn, thinking about the faces in his sleep. Gratitude filled his heart. It was only a nightmare."For a second there, I thought you had died on me.""No, I'm okay." Jason muttered groggily."Are you sure? I've been trying to wake you for the past five minutes. Didn't you catch any sleep last night?"Jason didn't. The sounds coming from Mila’s room kept him awake all night. He had slept for an hour only, and he couldn't remember the last time he had gone without enough sleep."Yeah, I'm sorry. How much is the ride?"The middle-aged man said, "$25. Cash only."Jason searched his pockets, coming to a shocking realisation. His wallet wasn't with him. He had forgotten it
The bank manager stuttered. She shoved the teller's hand away and cleared Mr. Fox's details from the system. She laughed nervously. "It wasn't my intention to disrespect you, Mr. Stormwell." Jason grimaced, not partaking in her humour. "I highly doubt that." The woman bit her bottom lip for a moment. "But sir, I'm at your disposal for anything you need. Just please, let's leave the past behind—" "Get out of my face." The woman’s lip trembled. It was like she had been slapped in the face by an invisible hand. "What—What do you mean?" "Come on. Be at my disposal and get the hell out of my face." Jason raised his voice, dragging the attention of everyone present to them. "Ryle fucking deserves that badge more than you." The bank manager had tears in her eyes. She was between defending her job and saving face before the audience they had gathered. In just a few hours, Jason successfully made three women who thought the world of themselves to break down in tears. At once, Jason
"Noooo! Stop!" Mila screamed as the loanshark lurched for Jason unexpectedly. "Don't hurt him. Please!" Jason dived out of the way. The blade swiped over his chest. He knew the man with the moustache would strike again. And he didn't know the hack to fight four thugs and still remain standing. "I'll pay her debt," Jason said, and the man stopped coming at him, shocked. "Don't you want your money back? I'll pay triple of what she owed you." He sounded convincing, but one would look at him and the way he dressed and think he's delusional. Yet he talked with a confidence that spoke volumes. "She owes us 200 grand." "Chicken change. I said, I'll triple it." The afternoon turned windy. The thugs fell back, but they still had wariness written all over their faces. Mila shouted. "Jason, just leave! Run while you still have the chance. I can't let them hurt you." "I'll pay off your debt, then I'll leave." "Please, Jason—" The moustache man grew livid as he watched them go back and fo
Mila turned to him; her eyes livened with curiosity. Murder was a serious accusation. Jason could see that she was torn between defending the accused, whom she had known longer. He felt his right hand shake as a haunting past threatened to rock him off his feet like a wild wave. Quickly, he grabbed his left wrist, stopping the tremors and hardening his gaze. "There's nothing to tell my 'girlfriend' because you are nothing but a stinking liar, Ander." Jason sucked in a breath. "Goodbye." He placed a hand on the small of Mila’s back and led her inside and away from the uncomfortable situation. Ander reached out to stop Jason from walking out on him, but he had recoiled on second thought. This restaurant screamed fancy. It was the last place to start a brawl in. Instead, Ander growled low. "Murderer." He followed them until halfway to their table and added, "You'll pay for what you did to my sister, you scumbag." Jason ignored Ander and took the table at a far corner inside the b
"But," Ander's eyes shined with mischief, "You will have to let me fuck you tonight." Jason's gaze snapped to Ander just as the arrogant bastard laid out his conditions to Mila. He had been keeping calm, but suddenly, he couldn't. He rose to his feet. Yet Ander continued, unfazed. "He's had enough of you for free. Let a real man have a chance, doll face." Jason bit the inside of his cheek, pursing his lips hard. He wanted to teach Ander a lesson about respecting women, even though he couldn't understand Mila’s reason for her sudden change of mind. "If you are a real man, then the entire world is a joke, Ander." "And why haven't you left yet." Jason took a step forward, but the look Mila gave him had him stopping in his tracks. She had a plan. A good one and all he had to do was sit and watch. Mila said, "Let him stay. Won't you school him on how it's done?" "You are right. I will." Ander took Mila's hand, already mesmerised by her beauty. He couldn't refuse that sultry voice h
"Rick, can you imagine he just asked me to let him pay the money, and then he would make my life a living hell?" Ander fumed. Rick scoffed at Jason. "You? Pay that bill?" He pointed at the pad on the table that belonged to Ander and Mila, mocking Jason with his gaze. "Lol. When your card declines, I'm sure you would come grovelling at our feet, barking like the worthless dog that you are." When Layla finally drew to the scene, Jason ignored Rick, avoiding her gaze and turning to Kevin. He requested the bill for the two servings of the special dish Mila had ordered for his table. Kevin handed him his bill as all eyes watched. "Your bill is $60,000, sir." Jason walked back to his table and picked the briefcase he still carried with him. He opened it and brought out a wad of cash. "This is a 100k dollars. Keep the change." Jason handed it over to the waiter in cash, shocking everyone. Rick stuttered. "How—How do you have money? It's...It's not possible." The Jason that Ander
Ander would never admit Jason was better than him simply because he paid off his own bill and the rest of them had trouble doing that. They had known each other since high school, and everyone knew how Jason's life was miserable. Now, everyone sitting there refused to pay. They all claimed to not have enough money and they were mumbling about him behind his back because he had initially said he would foot everyone's bill. That was before that bitch, Mila, tricked him. The manager, who had surfaced from his meeting, was on his neck this time. "Mr. Devereux, you have to pay up, or we will call the cops. The total bill has fallen to $5,910,000 dollars. Please, don't let us take strict actions against you." Ander couldn't believe the manager who had been kissing his feet earlier was so quick to turn against him. Fury rose to this throat, almost choking him. Meanwhile, Rick eyed Jason's half-opened briefcase across. There still seemed to be a lot of money inside it. He leaned in and
Jason and Mila strolled down the sidewalk, holding hands. It was already late in the afternoon, and the sun had gone down. "Did you see Ander's face when I winked at him?" Mila giggled. "I almost mistook him for a tomato because of how red his face turned." Jason laughed, too. They continued discussing about his classmates, who had made a fool of themselves. Then, suddenly, Mila asked. "But how, Jason? How did you go from the guy I know to this guy who's with me now?" "What do you mean?" Jason feigned ignorance. "You know what I mean." Mila glanced at him, swinging their locked hands. "Where did you get the money to pay off those loansharks?" Jason paused for a moment, coordinating his thoughts. "Oh, you mean this briefcase?" Mila stared at him pointedly. And he continued after her silence. "I didn't want to say it before, but I've been trying for years, and I finally won the lottery." "Are you serious?" She narrowed her eyes, stopping in her tracks. "Of course, I am,"