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Jason's POV

Not sure wether I've gone insane or what but I'm loving my life right now. I might be a bit cruel to her but she needs that before I take it soft on her.

After I left my room, I went to kitchen and get myself a glass of wine. I felt a buzzed in my pocket intending someone is calling me.

I looked at the screen and the name Ryan written on it. I dragged my finger across the answer button.

"Hello. " I answered.
"Hey, Mr. McCann. It's me Ryan. Are you busy? " He asked. I could hear faint noise of music at the background.
"No. Need anything? "
"I was just thinking if you want to come down to my private club. I had this celebration party for our successful business deal. "
I stayed silent for a while.
"There is not much guest here just couple of friend of mine. And girls, ofcourse. "

I finished my wine and lean on the counter. Should I leave Ariana's alone. I could ask for my gang member to keep an eye on her.

"Sure, I'll be there in 10 minutes. " I replied.
"That's great. I'll send you the adress. " With that, he hung up.

Immediately, I texted two of my trusted member to guard the house. I dont think I need that much of people guarding my house considering Ariana wont be wake up in about another hour.

I went up to my room and changed myself to another fine, neat suit. I walked to Ariana's room and softly peeked on her through the door gap.

There she is laid peacefully on the bed. I made my way to the bed and softly pecked her temple. Guilt rushed through me for being too harsh on her but I couldn't help my ego win over myself. I walked to the garage to see some of my member already arrived stood in front of the door and couple of them walked upstairs to guard at her bedroom door.

Celebration party right? Sounds good. I started the ignition and drove to the avenue.

Ariana's POV

Thud. Thud.

I opened my eyes from the sound. I sat up a little bit lean on the headboard. Not much going on I guess since I fell asleep. My hand still cuffed to the headboard. The door to my bedroom creaked open but no one came in. All of the sudden I saw a guy fell down on the floor unconscious in front of the door. My eyes widen opened. I dont know who is that guy but this is really creep me out. Someone is probably out there ready to enter the room.

"W-Who's there?" I speaked up. But I feel like it all came out as a whisper.

I heard a pair of boots made their way closer to my bedroom. And finally a man with a mask on showed himself.

"Hello, angel." I sense danger.
As terrible as it sound, at this moment, I need Jason McCann. That particular man walked to my bed and took of his mask.

None other than Mr. Butler. I felt a sting on my right cheek, he slapped me followed by a needle feeling on my arm. I moaned from the pain.

"Sleep sweetheart. "

Edited on May 12, 11:15 pm.