Manipulator (red eye fan fic)

Ultraviolence

(Brookes pov:)
I finished my makeup, watching Jackson walk downstairs to wait for me by the door. It was now 6:30, and I had my hair and makeup done, now I just needed a outfit. I picked out a short white dress and white heels, with silver jewelry. I grabbed my purse and left out the door.

I hopped in Jackson's car and he sped down the street. We stopped driving at the same restaurant he took me on our first date, I remembered how excited I was for it, god I'm so gullible.

I glared at Jackson as he opened the car door for me. I stepped out and saw 3 men at a table through the window, sitting at a big table.

"Is that them?.."

"Yep, now remember, if you say anything your not supposed to, I will take you to the bathroom again brooke, I'm not fucking scared."

"God your such a dick.."

Jackson grabbed my face harshly, turning it to face him.

"Listen here, do Not misbehave or I will fucking kill you, got it?!"

"Okay! Okay!"

"Good, Now come on.."

We walked in, heads turning as we did. We sat down at the table the 3 men were sitting at. One man was large, he was buff, way larger than Jackson, and 2 other bald men that looked the same.

"Ah jackson, nice to finally see you again.." the buff man said.

"Very nice to see you as well.."

"Who's the pretty lady?"

"I'm Brooke, nice to meet you"

"I didn't say you can talk.." Jackson whispered in my ear.

"Fuck off.." I whispered back.

I knew at this point I was just asking him to take me to the bathroom, he was pissed off already by me.

"Well, remember when you killed my two best men Jackson?.."

"Yes.."

"I want to know why.."

"Uh.."

Jackson looked nervous, he didn't want to say he did it for me, but I knew that he did.

"He did it for me sir.." I stuttered.

Jackson looked at me pissed,
"Excuse us sir, come on Brooke.."

"What wh-"

"Just fucking come on.."

Jackson took my hand aggressively and pulled me over to the single bathroom. Jackson pushed me inside, locking door. He pinned me against the door, standing over me.

"Did you not fucking hear me?! What did I fucking tell you?!"

"It's fucking true you did it for me!"

Jackson groaned, walking away from me, stressed. He quickly turned to me and slapped me in the face, making me whimper.

"Jackson stop..."

"Then fucking behave!"

He grabbed me by the hair, hitting my head against the wall, making me cry out for help.

"Don't fucking scream or I will give you a reason to scream.."

Jackson pinned me against the wall, kissing me aggressively.
He once again hit my head against the wall, making me fall to the floor, whimpering against a wall.

"Now don't fucking talk, let me talk.."

He picked me up off the ground and rubbed the mixed mascara and tears off my face. Gently grabbing my hand and leading me out of the bathroom. I smiled at the men, trying to hide the tears from pouring out of my face a minute ago.

"Ah here they are, now let's get down to business jackson, why did you kill my men?.."

I stayed silent, waiting for Jackson to talk, but he was pretty silent.

"Uh.."

"Okay whatever don't answer, I'll tell you what I want.."

"What do you want them?.."

"The girl.."

I was in Shock, they wanted me? I didn't wanna work for them, or whatever he wanted to do with me I didn't want it. I looked at jackson with fear, he looked scared too.

"Um excuse me?.."

"You heard me, I want the girl.."

"To do what?.."

"I want her to work for me, and be my mistress too, I get my workers to assassinate people, but I also sell sex to people, her job would be to make money by having sex with people, that sound good darling?.."

"No.."

"What did you fucking say?!"

"I fucking said no!" I yelled as I threw the champagne bottle at his head, making him groan. A loud shatter filled the restaurant, as I ran out to Jackson's car. Jackson followed me, hopping into his car.

"Fuck Brooke, he's for sure gonna be after us after that.."

"What the fuck was I supposed to do?! He wanted me to make money for him by having sex with random people?!"

"Okay okay I'm sorry.."

Jackson sped down the highway, with the buff man's men following us in their porches.  The guys started to shoot through Jackson's back window, making us both duck.

"Fuck! Brooke duck your head, don't get shot again!"

"Okay okay!!"

I ducked my head, trying to avoid a bullet flying through my head. There was so much happening I didn't know what was even happening anymore, it was weird.