***THIS STORY CONTAINS FICTIONAL RAPE, BLACKMAIL, AND VIOLENCE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION***The Boss“Sir, she is here,” Brandon, my security gua...d came to the living room to tell me.“Good,” I said, putting down my cigar. “Tell Edgar to wait in the car. Be sure to check if he had put her phone inside the jamming box as I instructed, and keep it that way until he brings her back. No interruptions and nobody inside the house until I say so, understood?”“Of course, Sir. I’ll bring her in,” he. I wasn’t her friend, nor did I know her in the slightest, and she wanted me to spend the night with her? Maybe she felt vulnerable and I was giving her some form of protection, or she just wanted to pretend like I was her boyfriend one last time. Either way I wasn’t the man for the job. ‘I’m not the cuddle up to type, Liz’ I walked towards her front door again, determined to leave if she didn’t talk again, not wanting to stay any longer than I had to. After all, she was looking for something. His hands gripped againstKaren's wrist, pulling her upwards. Karen grit her fist, a little bit oftheir combined love juices slid between her fingers."Get off her," he ordered her, his fingers digging into her wrist. Herother hand moved closer so that she could turn. The man wasn't payingattention to her other hand, perfect for her."No, I am not going to." She chewed on a bit of saliva that was deepinside of her mouth. After her statement, she spat right onto his cheek.He released his hand to. "Ah, shit, Porter, I'm sorry. You're right, I'm an asshole."I sat back down, albeit reluctantly. "Get back to the party, then. I'm assuming this is all leading somewhere?"His look turned sour and introspective again. "Yeah, sorry. It'll all come around in a minute, you'll see. Anyway, Amy was at the party, hanging all over Arthur Burns - he's one of the Sig Tau brothers who live in that apartment, you know?"One of Jeremy Peters' roommates. "Okay," I said. I motioned for him to go on."Okay,.