Diego~

I stood outside the Beaver's Club looking at my reflection in the door, adjusting my shirt and pants, then ran my fingers through my hair, making sure I looked okay before going into the club, and before I ran into Hazel. As I walked inside, I was stopped by a couple asking for a light. "Sorry, I don't smoke." I tell them, and continued walking, while keeping my eyes out for her. I then stopped walking when I got over by the bar, and when I still didn't see her, I stopped one of the waitresses walking by, to see if she had seen her, "No, sorry, I haven't seen her for quite a while."

"Thanks."

I sat down at the bar, ordered a drink, and handed the bartender my credit card, "Keep a tab open for me, please."

After he handed me my drink, I spun my chair around with the drink in my hand, and scanned the room while sipping on my bourbon. There she is... I muttered with a grin. Damn she looks good, I thought to myself, and as she bent over to hand a gentleman his drink, I could feel myself swelling below. While I sat and watched her, my phone rang. Rolling my eyes, I reached into my upper pocket, and answered my phone. "You've got to be kidding me." I said, disturbed after they explained to me the situation. "Description, and location?" I asked, reaching for a pen, and grabbing a coaster to write on. "I'm on it, I'll call you once I complete the hit." I sighed, closing my eyes as I hung up the phone.

I shove the coaster into my pocket, and quickly finished my drink, waving for the bartender to come over. "Work called; I've got a bit of an emergency to tend to." I turned around, wanting to let Hazel know I was here, and had to leave, but now didn't see her, and turned back to the bartender. "I'll take my car, and will just pay cash for my drink. Could you let Hazel know that I, Diego, stopped by?"

"Sure can," he says, handing me my credit card, and change.

"Thanks," I say, setting a nice tip underneath my glass.

I started walking towards the door, and felt a hand rest onto my shoulder. "Leaving so soon?" I hear a beautiful voice say behind me. I stopped walking, and turned my head to the side, recognizing it was Hazel's voice I heard, and smiled.

"I'm sorry, work called, and it's a bit of an emergency that needs to immediately be taken care of. Depending on how things go, I'll try and be back later." I cupped the side of her face, and leaned to her cheek, kissing it. "Have a good night if I don't see you later."

I got home as fast as I could, wanting to get this job done, and walked into my high-rise apartment. I quickly changed into my work clothes, grabbed my Silverballer, and concealed it into my holster, hidden inside my jacket. I took the elevator down into the underground garage, making sure I wasn't followed as I walked to my car, and hopped into my Jaguar. I grabbed the coaster, and typed the address I was given into my map system, and headed out.

While driving to the location, I thought about the situation, and was bothered by what this man did, and was happy that I was called for this mission. I have no problem whatsoever taking this sick fucker out. The job, you might ask? I was asked to kill a man who had gotten away with rape of a man's fourteen-year-old daughter while she was on her way to school. The court system failed the family, and wanted the man to pay for what he did. So here I am, hired to get rid of the piece of shit scumbag.

When I arrived to the location, I parked far enough away where I could get a good look at the rooms, and shook my head as I looked at the motel. What a fucking shithole. I say, as I looked at the run-down motel, located outside of town. Thank heavens it is. I sat in my car looking at all the rooms, trying to figure out which room he would be in. The caller wasn't exactly sure of the room number, and had only given me a description of the scumbag. He also informed me that he could very well be in the room with another victim. Knowing what I was about to do, I hoped and prayed he was alone.

I noticed all rooms had their lights off, except for one. I looked around the area before getting out of my car, and as I exited my car, I placed my hand inside my jacket, and held onto my pistol. I slowly walked towards the room, and pulled my handgun out, holding it firmly and as I approached the lighted room, I stood my back against the wall next to the window, and looked from side to side. I noticed light shining through the bottom of the window, and lowered my head to the opening of a crack where the curtains weren't completely closed, and peeked into the room.

My heart dropped when I saw a young girl lying on the bed, in tears, and a man standing in front of her, talking to her while taking off his clothes. You sick fuck, keep your fucking hands and dick away from her. I quietly growled. As I looked at the man's face, and saw he did in fact fit the caller's description, I reached into the pocket of my pants, and pulled out my pocket knife. I looked at the window, saw that it was partially cracked open, and carefully cut the screen to access the window.

I quietly slid the window open, hoping it doesn't make a sound by the way the building was maintained. "Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch!" I hear the man yell at the girl, as she hysterically cried for help.

I held up my pistol, reached into my pocket and grabbed my silencer, then placed it on the tip of my gun, and aimed it through the crack of the curtains. Hearing her cries for help, had me wanting to act quickly, and placed my finger onto the trigger, shooting the man square in the head when he started climbing onto the bed, and started to hover over her. As he fell onto the ground, the young girl looked over my way, and began screaming even louder. I backed away from the window, and stood against the wall before rushing back to my car. As I was getting into my car, she came out of the room screaming, yelling for help, and ran over to me. "Please help," she cried out, tugging on my hand.

I looked back over to the motel, and started to panic when I saw lights being turned on. "Are you okay?" I asked, feeling sick to my stomach as I looked at her, and saw how young she was, and how she nearly became one of his next victims.

"No, I was kidnapped, and the man who kidnapped me, just tried getting me to have sex with him. He's back in that room over there," she says, pointing over to the room where the door was left wide open. "And I think he might be dead, someone just shot and killed him." she cried. "There's blood everywhere!"

I saw blood splattered on her face, and reached into my car, grabbing a towel, and handing it to her. "Here, you've got a little blood on your face." She grabbed the towel, and began wiping her face, "Come on, get in my car, and I'll make sure to get you home safe," I say calmly, while walking her to the other side of my car, and opening the door for her. Hoping to get out of there before the cops arrive, and before people exit their rooms, to see what was going on.

She looked at me scared, and began crying harder. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?" she asked crying, and barley getting the words out as she hesitantly stepped her foot into my car.

As much as I didn't want to tell her that it was me who saved her, I needed to assure her she would be okay to ride with me, and that I would bring her home. "No, I'm not going to hurt you... I'm actually the one who saved your life." I say, giving her a wink. She took a deep breath, and began calming herself down, and finished getting into my car. "You can trust me, I'm one of the good guys."

"Thank you," she whispered.

I looked at her as I got into the driver's seat, and could see she was still scared, and nervous, "Don't you worry, I'm not going to hurt you... I just want to get you home, and back to your family. Do you live far from here?"

"I live about five miles away," she says, while taking in deep breaths, and relaxing once she knew I wasn't going to hurt her. "Turn right up at the lights, and that road will take you straight to where I live... I live in the trailer park, on your left-hand side."

I turned my head to look at her, and was curious as to how old she was. "May I ask how old you are?"

"Thirteen," she quietly said, causing my heart to drop into my stomach.

"What are you doing out so late?"

"I was on my way back home from a friend's house, when he came up to me from behind, covered my mouth, and grabbed me. Tying me up, and throwing me into the backseat of his car." she cried. "Turn left right over there," she pointed. "My house is the fourth one on the right."

I turned into the park, pulled up to her house, and left my car running. Last thing I wanted was for her family to think it was me who had her. "Thank you," she says, while opening the door.

As she was getting out, I reached for her hand, grabbing it. "I'm glad nothing happened to you, and that I got to you in time. What do you say we keep this a secret?" I say, relieved.

She smiled "Okay. Thanks for saving me."

"No problem." I winked. "Now go get some rest."

I sat in my car, and watched her walk into her home, wanting to make sure she got in okay, then left. After leaving her and knowing she was home safe, it felt good to save a young girls life. I then started thinking what if that was my child, I would have done the same thing. I called the family letting them know the job was done, and mentioned how I saved another girl's life before the same thing happened to her.

I looked at the time, and saw I still had enough time to get a drink, and to see Hazel. I found a parking spot right outside the nightclub, and parked. As I walked into the club and over to the bar, I was greeted by Hazel who just so happened to be standing at the waitress station, waiting for her drinks. "Hello you," she said, smiling.

"We meet again." I said in a low tone, smiling back at her. It felt good to see her smiling face, and now it was time to sit back, and enjoy a cocktail.

I ordered my drink, and sat with my elbows on the bar, rubbing my temples, thinking about the other job that needed to be completed, and how I wasn't so sure Mr. Alexander was telling me the whole truth. I was lost in thought, when Hazel sat down next to me, and began talking to me. "Looks like you have something on your mind," Hazel says, while placing her hand on my back.

"No, not really. I've been just sitting here waiting for you to get off, so I can buy you a drink." I say, taking a sip of my bourbon.

"You can buy me one now, I'm done for the night," she says, then ordered herself a drink.

"That's on me." I say while sliding cash over to the bartender.

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

It felt good to sit next to her, to see and smell her again. But I needed to be upfront with her, and to let her know that I'm not out looking for a relationship, and that I don't want to lead her on. With the personality she has, she seems like a good person, and I don't want to hurt her. "Look... about last night-" I started saying, until I was cut off.

"Last night, was incredibly amazing. But don't worry, I'm not expecting anything out of it," she says.

I felt relieved, and smiled. "That's good, I just wanted to be upfront, and to let you know I'm not looking for any kind of relationship right now, and didn't want to give you the wrong idea."

"It's all good, I was just looking for a good time, and you did just that. Now if it were to happen again, I wouldn't mind," she says, smiling. "You did good, and gave me a night I'll never forget."

I talked with her for a while, and as it reached closing time, I finished my drink, stood up, and reached for her hand. "Come on, I know you don't life far, but I have my car parked right outside, and if you don't mind, I'll drive you home."

"Sure, I'd like that."

As we walked out, I placed my hand on the small of her back, and walked her to my car. When we got to my car, she turned around and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in for a kiss. I was enjoying the kiss, and it felt good to have her lips pressed against mine once again, that I pressed her up against my car, kissing her back harder. I cupped the back of her head, tugging on her hair and pulling her head back, attacking that luscious neck of hers. With my other hand, I reached down below, and began rubbing her sensitive area, causing me to grow hard.

She began to moan, and I abruptly pulled back. "Sorry, I can't do this, not tonight." I say, while opening the door for her. I wanted her more than anything, but didn't want to get in the habit of being with her every night, and couldn't afford for her to get attached to me.

"Okay, maybe another time," she said nonchalantly while shrugging her shoulders, then got into my car. I then drove her home, and pulled up in front of her building. With her hand resting on the door handle, she looked over at me. "Are you sure you don't want to come up?" she asked.

"To be honest with you, I would love to, but tonight isn't a good night."

"All right, I guess I'll see you around," she says, as she got out.

******

Crystal~

Meanwhile; After I had gotten home, and tried listening to the voices I heard coming from Jameson's office, I lost my balance and had fallen to the ground when the door opened.

I looked up, then turned my head to the side to look inside his office, and saw a blonde-haired woman sitting on the chair in front of his desk. "What are you doing?" Jameson asked, as he reached for my hand, pulling me up, and clearly looking upset.

"I was going to ask you the same thing, and why was the door locked?" I questioned while looking at the woman, wondering who she was, who then turned her head towards me after I spoke. I realized it was Miranda who worked the front desk at one of his hotels, and looked back at Jameson, snapping at him "What are you doing home anyway? You're never home this early."

"For your information, I'm conducting business, now if you'll excuse us, I have business to tend to," he says, waving for Miranda to come over to him.

I looked over to Miranda, and noticed how she was breathing heavily, that it had my stomach feeling like it was in knots, and looked back at Jameson. "What, are you two fucking?" I asked angrily, staring him right in the eyes. "Is that why you're home, and why your office door was locked?"

"Excuse us, I'll be right back," he says to Miranda, as he grabbed my arm, and began pulling me roughly to the bedroom, slamming the door after we entered, and then pushed me onto the bed. "I just got done telling you, I'm conducting business; don't you dare talk like that to me ever again," he growled, pointing his finger in my face.

"It goes both ways, so don't you lay your hand on me like that ever again. I asked you a simple question, and all you had to do was answer me truthfully... To me, it looked, and sounded like something was going on, especially since the door was locked." I yelled, swatting his hand away from my face.

He pressed his fists down onto the bed, and got directly into my face. "I told you last night, I've been trying to figure out who's been stealing from me, and I'll be questioning every single one of my fucking employees. Don't you ever embarrass me like that again," he snarled, pushing himself up away from me, and left the room.

I sat on the bed, holding, and rubbing the arm he used to pull me into the room, and noticed how it starting to change color, and stood to look at myself in the mirror, to see if the other bruises he had given me were gone. I then walked over to my dresser, pulled out my nightgown, and slipped it on. I wasn't feeling hungry, and didn't feel like dealing with Jameson for the rest of the night, and climbed into bed. I tried closing my eyes hoping to fall asleep before he came to bed, and couldn't.

I heard the front door close, then heard the bedroom door opening, and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. After Jameson undressed, and climbed into bed, he rolled over to me, and placed his arm around me, "I know you're awake," he says quietly, and in a tone I didn't appreciate.

"Just leave me alone Jameson," I whispered.

"I thought you wanted to have sex, isn't that what you were complaining about the other night?" he asked, harshly.

"Not anymore," I mockingly laughed. Are you fucking kidding me right now? I asked myself. He can't be fucking serious?

He angrily rolled me over after I ignored him, and he ended up forcing himself on top of me. I tried resisting his kiss, and tried pushing him off me when his lips met with mine. Knowing he wasn't going to stop, I finally gave in. The sex was rough, and I felt degraded, and disappointed with myself when he finished having his way with me, and when he rolled over facing his back to me, not saying a word. I laid awake for a while, trying to figure out what was going on with him, that it had me tossing, and turning the rest of the night.

The next morning when I awoke, I noticed Jameson was gone. I felt relieved to see he was gone, and got up out of bed to take a long hot shower, wanting to wash him off me. I was going to head to the gym early, but decided to snoop in Jameson's office first, and to see if I could find anything of what he was up to.

I snooped around his office, looked through papers that were on top of his desk, then tried opening the drawers, and got frustrated to see they were all locked. Of course, they would be, why wouldn't they be? I muttered.

My heart then dropped when I heard the front door open, and close, and quickly started walking to the door. When I walked out, and closed the door, I turned around and jumped when I saw someone standing right next to me.

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Edited 11/19/2019