chapter 22~ cant make me

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Jason, wants you downstairs" a guy with dark hair said, leaning against the doorframe.

"Jason, can kiss my ass" I muttered, lying back in the dingy bed.

"You're not the first person to say that, love" he said, laughing inwardly. "Granted You're the first person to still be alive" he added smiling slightly.

"Well colour me reassured" I said sarcastically, Flashing him a fake smile as I ran my hand through my hair.

"I don't know what he's whining about, you're delightful" he said mockingly

"Aren't I just" I said, matching his tone.

"Funny and beautiful, I can see why he likes you" he complimented, grinning slightly

"Does that usually work with the other girls?" I asked raising my eyebrow.

"Yeah" he admitted, sticking his hand in his pocket.

"Liar" I scoffed, laughing slightly.

"I'm not" he defended, laughing inwardly.

"Yeah, I totally believe that" I said sarcastically, a small smile crossing my lips.

"Brodey, Why isn't she downstairs!" Jason snapped, pointing at me as he stormed into the room, never taking his eyes off him.

'Brodey' opened his mouth to speak.

"Because SHE doesn't want to go downstairs" I spat, cutting him off

"It's not up to you" he snapped "Get downstairs, now." He ordered.

"No" I said firmly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"No?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow.

"You can't make me" I said cockily

"Oh really? Is that what you think?" He asked, visibly pissed off. "Think again princess" he said.
throwing me over his shoulder, like I weighed nothing.

"Let go! Put me down!" I spat, struggling in his iron grip.

"Sweetheart, you're only going to tire yourself out. So I'd stop while youre behinde" he said, walking down the stairs, clearly finding the situation amusing

"Get off me!" I snapped, slapping his back.

"If I get a fucking bruise there..." he threatened

"Oh shut up, you're not gonna have a bruise" I said rolling my eyes

"You better hope not, for your sake" he warned, turning the corner.

He lowered me to the floor, placing me in front of a group of men.

I frowned up at Jason.

What's going on?

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