Jett

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He awoke drowsily to find that he couldn't move.

The realisation jolted all the sleep from his body and left him frantically tugging his arms in an attempt to free his wrists. He could feel his pulse beating wildly all throughout his body as he picture Shanks, with his cruel thin lips and piercing eyes, tying him up, waiting until he woke to beat the crap out of him.

'Calm your tits, you saw him run off,' Kayden reasoned, though it didn't seem to help much because if Shanks didn't have him tied up then... who did? The thought made him tug even harder, causing the coarse rope to chafe painfully against the tender skin of his wrists. Though, no matter how much he struggled the ropes didn't budge. Upon looking down he noticed that his ankles were also bound to the front two legs of the chair, leaving him with no freedom to move.

He let out a deep breath, realising that the struggle was futile and that he may as well get some idea as to where he was. Maybe that would give him some kind of clues as to what was going on.

Looking around, it seemed as if he was in some sort of... gym?

'Not gonna lie, I was kind of expecting a warehouse,' he thought as he took in the punching bags lined up against the cement walls. The place looked kind of... dodgy, the punching bags seeming quite worn while there were some... questionable... blood like... stains on the cement floor. The fluorescent lights flickered at times, and there were empty milk crates scattered throughout the place.

As his eyes lingered on the patched up red punching bags, the brightest things in the room, his mind travelled to Jett. He could easily picture her there, completely murdering the punching bag, sweat pouring down her toned bare stomach...

He shook himself, it really wasn't the time for fantasising, he had to figure out-

He groaned as the realisation dawned on him.

'Jett. This has gotta be her work,' he thought, the idea putting him at slight ease. It was easier for him to deal with the idea that she was the one who had tied him up rather than any other alternative. 'Her weird friends probably helped...'

Suddenly, the doors swung open, banging loudly against the cement walls, to reveal the very trio that were the reason he was all tied up. They were arguing about something in... Italian? He strained his ears to find out whether he could recognise any of the words but all he heard in return were foreign accented words so effortless you wouldn't believe the three actually spoke English.

Jett did not at all look pleased with where the conversation was going, she kept furrowing her eyebrows and hissing out her words whenever one of them would suggest something. He watched her face with intrigue, noticing that she was slowly wearing down to whatever they were trying to convince her to do. She sighed and ran her fingers through her thick hair, muttering "fine," before they all finally gave him their attention.

"Well shit, Jett. It looks like we're actually going to have to kill this one." He followed the voice to Blue- Jinx, he remembered Jett saying her name was Jinx, her arms crossed over her petite form as she took him in. A small smile was playing on her lips. She could have passed for one of the Adams family, with the way she was dressed.

"It's a shame he's kinda cute," Red purred as she perched herself on a downturned crate. She sat with impeccable posture, hands resting on her lap over the material of the long figure hugging black dress she wore. She smirked her painted red lips when she saw him staring and shifted her leg so that it peaked out of the slit in her dress. He decided that he liked her.

He followed the toned, tanned skin, taking it all in until he was met with a knife strapped to the girl's thigh.

His eyes widened as he looked back up at her face.

She merely winked but under the flirty mask was a warning, a not so subtle one that even he couldn't miss- 'Keep your eyes at face level'.

She then turned Jinx "by the way, I've been meaning to ask. Why are you dressed as the poster girl for vampire porn?"

Jinx looked dreadfully offended by the other girl's statement "how else was I supposed to get information out of a guy in a gothic strip club?" She replied indignantly, crossing her arms over her corset clad chest.

Kayden couldn't help staring at the way her arms pushed her boobs up a little.

"Besides, I think I look good in ripped stockings and layered mini-skirts. I-hey pervert." She suddenly snapped, dark eyes glaring right at Kayden "eyes off the girls or you're going to wish you had been killed a lot earlier."

With the large black gun he could see strapped to her thigh and the hilt of a blade peeking out of her combat boot, he didn't doubt her threat. So, obediently, he gulped and trained his eyes on the cement floor.

"Jett?" The red heads voice drew his head back up and uncomfortably craned his neck so his eyes could find Jett. He hadn't realised that she had moved to pace behind him. He wasn't quite sure what to think about Jett. She was the reason he was in this mess in the first place. But she was way too hot for him to be aggravated about it.

He was strapped to a chair with three beautiful women surrounding him, if that didn't say paradise then he didn't know what did.

At the same time though, he couldn't help but feel a little worried about what would happen to him. He just witnessed the three take on a heard of men, who could have passed for gorillas, without getting a single scratch or misplacing a single hair. Not to mention the fact that Jett shot and killed someone faster than he could even blink. And now, she was standing there looking at him at if she were about to agree with Jinx's suggestion.

She gave a heavy sigh, "I don't know, Jazz." She finally replied as she came to stand next to her two friends. "I guess we're obligated to follow protocol."

Kayden felt his stomach drop.

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Chapter dedicated to @LadyOfEnchantment for the great cover job! I think it's just the right mix of deadly and sexy-- perfect for someone like Jett, though part of me thinks that the gun licking thing is more something that Jazz would do...

And we've come full circle! We're finally back to where we began with the teaser I posted. Now we know how Kayden came to be in that situation but on what terms did he get out? If you enjoyed, don't forget to comment vote and share!

As always, until next time,
stay safe and treat yourselves kindly,

Artemis.