Crawl

Twenty-Six\\

**Explicit Scene Ahead**

Jason\\

I stepped out the car and marched inside Cassie's house. Without knocking, I opened up her bedroom door and pulled her off of the man she was currently fucking by her hair. She screamed in pain and hissed at me, "What the fuck, Jason?!"

"Whoa, you're Jason Mc—McCann." The dude she was fucking stuttered. "Is this your bitch? I'm sorry, bro. She–I–I should go." He hurriedly put his clothes on and ran out the house, leaving us alone. I glared at her and threw her on the floor.

She rolled over and slowly got up. "What the fuck is that for?" She spat. "Did you get the job done?" She started smiling. "Oh, that must've been a surprise for you, huh?"

Without speaking to her, my right hand collided with her cheek and she fell to the floor again and clutched the covers from her bed. She covered her bare body and held her cheek, "Look, I know you're pretty ticked off right now, but don't come in here trying to run shit okay?"

"You know how I feel about Slim, you stupid bitch." I slapped her again and without hesitation, pulled out my gun and pointed it to the center of her forehead. "I should fucking kill you right now for even trying to boss me around in the first place."

"You and I both know you wouldn't dare shoot me." Cassie said with a laugh. "You're a crazy bastard, Jason McCann, but you're not stupid. Daddy's a lawyer and Mommy is a psychologist. I'm sure they'll both get you locked away somewhere for the rest of your life if you do it." Cassie threatened as if I was scared.

"Fuck both of them." I said with a maniacal laugh. I took the safety off and got ready to pull the trigger.

"No, no please. Jason, baby, you don't wanna do that." Cassie got on her knees and crawled pathetically to me. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry. I love you, baby." She stuttered. "It–It won't happen again. I'll...I'll suck your dick. Just please don't shoot me, baby."

"You're fucking pathetic." I spat. "Pack your bags and leave Vegas. I mean it, and if I ever see you anywhere near Slim, I won't hesitate to kill you, bitch." Cassie, still in shock and terrified, nodded frantically and got up. "I mean it."

"Yes, baby. I promise I'll stay away from her." She started packing immediately and I walked out of the house. I should've shot her right then and there, but I was going to spare the bullets and just leave her there. Unfortunate, I only said I'd spare the bullets.

I walked out the home and went to my car. Driving away, I stared out the rearview mirror and pressed a button on the remote I had that was wirelessly connected to multiple bombs planted around Cassie's house since a few months ago. Her home went up in flames and I smiled in satisfaction. Fuck that bitch.

My phone rang, causing me to sigh and swipe to answer. "Talk." I said, not even looking at the Caller ID.

"Jason?" Diana cried, "Baby, can you come over?"

I sighed, not in the mood to talk to her at the moment. She'd pissed me off with the argument we had earlier about Slim.

"I'll be there in half an hour." I said regardless. We needed to talk. She had to know who was the boss of this "relationship" and that she was not allowed to tell me what to do and who I can and cannot speak to. And threatening Slim was definitely not going to fly by me quickly.

Moments later, I pulled to Diana's house and walked in. She usually left the door unlocked when she knew I was coming over so it was nothing new for me to just walk in.

I got to the back bedroom where Diana slept and found her on the bed crying still. She looked up at me as soon as I walked in and threw herself at me. "Jason, I'm so sorry." She cried, "I was such a bitch to you. I shouldn't have said what I said."