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135. GOT7 Jackson - The Truth Evasion II

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Jackson Wang, GotSeven's ace hitman and local strip club owner, has had his eye on the girl who helps the gang stash away their dirty money for years now. He wants to know why you won't give him a chance, but you're fairly certain that Jackson can't handle the truth of your past. There are some obstacles that mere sexual attraction and a good fuck aren't enough to overcome.

Warnings; Strong language, discussions of prostitution, sex work and sexual abuse. Lots of delicate stuff, this one's a landmine.

Word Count: 4.5k+

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"You're late."

Jackson beamed, his usual handsome, cheeky grin adorning his face. Sometimes you wondered how he switched so fast from the genuine, heartfelt lover he had been last night to the cocky, sleazy hitman that stood in front of you now. You'd spent a long time trying to decide which of these personalities was actually real, but you'd come to the conclusion that they were both indispensable parts of Jackson. It was just one of his many charms.

"Sorry baby, I had to shower in the morning. Couldn't come down here and protect you while smelling like blood and sweat from shooting that robber's brains out last night."

You sighed, handing Jackson the heavy briefcases and watching as he smoothly placed them in the trunk of his car. You had to admit that he smelled nice; of soap and a hint of some expensive cologne. Forcing yourself to turn away from him, you folded your arms across your chest and gave him a disapproving look. You were in no mood to deal with Jackson's antics and flirtations.

"You're not here to protect me, you're here to protect the money," you reminded him firmly.

Jackson raised his eyebrows at you and smirked. "Oh, so if a guy put a gun to your head and asked me to hand over all the cash then you would want me to take the money and leave you to die, is that it?"

You ignored him. "Get into the car, Wang."

"No, I think we need to straighten out our priorities here. What if there's a crisis and I don't know how-"

"Wang, get into the fucking car before I shoot you with your own gun."

He grinned at you playfully, but obeyed and got into the driver's seat. You sighed as you buckled your own seat belt and watched Jackson place his gun in the cup-holder in case he needed it. Technically, nobody knew that you were in possession of the money so there was no reason for it to be in danger, but GotSeven didn't take risks where cash was involved. Jackson noticed how your gaze followed his gun and he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Scared? I have another gun in the back, you can have it if you want."

You blinked at him. "You know I can't handle weapons. I'd probably shoot myself in the face. No thanks."

"Yeah, that's what I don't understand about you," Jackson mused, pulling out of the driveway and hitting the road at full speed. Jackson drove like a madman, befitting of his expensive sports car. "How did you get so deep into the underground without even knowing how to shoot a gun? Aren't you scared for your life? What if someone is after you? What if you're in danger?"

You raised an eyebrow. "I operate bank accounts from a laptop all day. Who's going to come at me with a gun?"

Jackson shrugged. "I mean, sure, Jaebum doesn't send you into the field so you work from headquarters. What about earlier? When you worked for that Russian gang, the one we took out before Jaebum decided to hire you? I find it hard to believe that they let you work for them without any self-defense training or teaching you how to use a weapon or two."