I have been here for three weeks without the first sighting of Jackson. Mateo has been talking to me more, but the boss has not been any appearance. I have asked a few easy questions of how often he comes to his place or if anyone has seen him make appearances but not too many to make it look like I am prying into something dangerous. Precious and I have been playing around making new drinks to see how they would sell. The first one, we were just behind the bar one night messing around where I mixed pineapple, strawberry, vodka along with a few others, then she tasted it. We laughed, saying it could be called Jazzy Twist when a customer asked to try that since he had never heard of it before. I made him one then; before we could get another order filled, twenty orders for that drink came up to the bar. Mateo had to come putting it on the computer so we could sell it as the drink went to the top seller in one night. Since then, we have done four other drinks named Precious Taste, Woody Night, The Waitress, and Bosses Pick. Everyone we have come up with has sold, making over twenty thousand a night with each new drink.

Mateo walks up to the bar once I get settled into it after the doors have finally shut at two in the morning. Precious and I are hanging glasses up in the racks above the bar for the next evening after making sure it is stocked with all the booze, fruit then wiping it down one last time. "Jazz, can you come with me, please?"

Giving a quick look over at my friend, she nods her head with a smile. "He may need to congratulate you on all those new drinks that you came up with."

"You helped me with a few of the ingredients," trying not to take all the credit.

She shakes her head. "They were your ideas; I just added a few here and there. Go on, let me know what they say" she makes a shooing motion with her hands.

Walking out from behind the bar, I follow the huge man that looks like he could bend a crowbar with just one hand. He is about six foot five, with pure muscle all over his body. His shirt ripples as he moves to flex the bulging muscles that the fabric confines up under it. That would be one man that would be very dangerous to make mad; the size of one hand could snap my neck without much effort. He walks up to the elevator, swiping the card making it open. As the doors close, I hope to god he can't hear how badly my heart is pounding in my chest. Have they researched me to find out who I really am? Is there a way to escape the place he is taking me if guns are pulled on me? I have always been a quick runner since high school. I ran the track-winning state for years in the one hundred meters and the two, but I know it is not fast enough to outrun a bullet in the back of my mind.

He looks over at me with a side glance. "What has you so nervous, Jazz?"

Letting out a long breath, "Just tired really plus wondering why I am being taken to wherever we are going."

His chuckle is deep, dark to where the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "Why? Are you worried that you might not survive this trip?"

Trying to keep my breathing slow, "No, just don't like walking into something without some knowledge of what might happen when the doors open."

He cracks his knuckles, making me swallow hard as they ball into a fist, snapping his fingers. "You are a jumpy little mouse. You know that."

Looking at the door, "I had a bad experience one time where I walked into a room with a bouncer. It did not turn out nice, so that memory still is burned into my memory."

He turns slowly, looking at me. "What did they do?"

Closing my eyes as the flashback comes into my mind, "It was at a bar during college. They made illegal sex sales in a hidden backroom; the boss had been trying to get me to do it for months. I refused until the head bouncer dragged me back into the room one night for a customer who had said he wanted me. They did not get far when my knee connected with his crotch; then, I turned my attention to first taking out the biggest guy in the room by smashing his knee. They lunged for me, but I got away quickly, making sure to dodge them as they tried to grab me. I took martial arts growing up since I was the only girl in our family; my brothers would gang up on me, so my parents made sure that we all knew how to handle a bad situation when it arises."

A smile comes across his face. "You have nothing to worry about like that happening here. We would never force anyone to do something they were uncomfortable with."

Letting out a long breath, "Thank you for assuring me on that."

The doors open on the fourth floor finally as the tension in the air seems to relax some. He steps out into a very lavish room as my feet follow his. The room is done a red and black combination all over the room. The bar is done in a dark red mahogany wood that shines like it was just polished. The carpet is done in black with red specks scattered all over it like someone took a paintbrush and slung it around the room, landing on the carpet. All the furniture in here is made in costly black leather. Even the bar stools sitting neatly under the bar are done in the same mahogany with leather coverings. The dark windows are from the ceiling to the floor overlooking the entire place from what I can see from the other side of the room.

Mateo walks towards the other end of the room, where my eyes land on a very handsome man in a black suit and a pristine white short-sleeved shirt sitting in a chair. His eyes are dark while they watch every move I make across the room like a cat watching his pray. Mateo motions for me to sit in the chair across from the man I recognize as Jackson. His pictures were taken when some of the people who worked for the force found out, tracking them down killing each one that had taken his picture has nothing on what he looks like in person. I thought his pictures were drool-worthy but seeing him in person makes it ten times worse. His jet black hair is perfectly combed without one being out of place; his face is sharp with a powerful jawline that screams powerful.

His cold dark eyes lock with mine as my bottom settles down in the seat that probably cost at least one-year salary for me; he leans forward. "So, you are Jazz. The one that all of my customers are buzzing about."

Sitting up straight in my chair, "Yes, sir. May I ask who you are?" trying to act like there is no way in hell my brain does. Being this close to the most dangerous man alive makes my insides tremble a little.

His eyes narrow at me. "You don't know who I am?"

Keeping eye contact with him, "No sir. This is the first time I have seen you."

"You have been asking some questions about me, so I figured you knew who wanted to summon you to my presence when Mateo came to get you" his eyes bore into mine.

Blinking slowly, my voice becomes quiet. "Are you, Jackson?"

An evil grin spreads across his face slowly. "Bingo."