Criminal Love

Chapter 9: Jason's POV

I start to calm down at Jo Elma's touch. She is so sweet to me and I honestly have no clue why. I kidnapped her. She should be screaming for help, trying to escape, or something. But she's not. I'm starting to wonder if I actually did something right. Maybe I saved her from a terrible life back where she lived at. Hell if I know. I decide that I need to ask her about it.

Here goes nothing, I guess, I thought to myself as I got prepared to ask her the ultimate question in my mind.

"Hey, babygirl, ummm I kinda wanna ask you something." I tell her.

"Hang on a sec, Jason. Let me finish eating and wash the dishes. Then while I'm washing dishes, you can ask me, okay, sweetheart?" she says to me with that angelic voice of hers.

"Okay, babygirl. That's fine." I say to her calmly.

I look over at her as she's putting the last piece of bacon in her mouth. She looks like a fucking goddess. God knows she does. And she's going to be mine so soon. She doesn't know it yet, but I'm gonna surprise her tonight with a nice dinner date in one of the best restaurants in New York. I want her to feel like she's in heaven when she's with me. She deserves the world at her feet. I decide to take this time while she's doing the dishes to call up one of my best girls in the gang.

*Phone conversation*
"Hey, Natalie, it's Jason. I have a job for you." I say into the phone to her.

"Oh, hey, boss. Sure what's up?" she says back.

"You remember how I told you that I would get the girl of my dreams from Florida, right?" I ask her.

"Yeah, Jo Elma, wasn't it? Wait, did you get her? Like for real get her?" she pipes up with excitement.

"You're damn right I did. And so far, she loves it here. I don't know why she won't try anything stupid like all the others did. I want you to ask her today while you take her shopping for a nice dress, jewelry, high heels, get her makeup and hair done, and also a lot of other nice outfits. I'm giving her $20,000 to spend on all of this. Plus there's gonna be enough to get things that she needs as well. I'm also gonna have her make a list of all the food that she likes. I'm gonna treat this girl like a muthafuckin queen. Now that you know your job for today and tomorrow, will you be able to do it?" I tell her.

"Oh my god, Jason. YES I'LL FUCKING DO IT. OMG SHE IS GOING TO LOVE THE MALLS HERE. Sorry I guess I got a little overly excited." she says to me.

I laugh a little bit.

"It's okay. I'm planning on taking her to one of my favorite French restaurant. The one on 52nd St. You know where I'm talking about, right, Nat?" I ask her as I start heading upstairs towards my room to get the $20,000 for my soon to be girl, Jo Elma.

"Ummm I think so? I can't remember the name of it, though." she states in confusion.

"La Grenouille is the name of the restaurant. I hope she'll like it. I'm gonna be making the reservations for us when I get off here with you." I tell her with a hint of hope in my voice.

"Oh I know that place. She will absolutely enjoy it. Ryan and I go there every Valentine's Day. They have some amazing food OMG." she says with excitement.

"I hope so. But pick her up at around noon to start everything. Got it? Oh and call the girls up, too. They will most likely go as well." I say firmly to her.

"You got it, boss. I'll let Ryan know what's going on, okay? I'll call you later when I get there. Bye, boss." she says firmly back.

"Alright. Thank you. Bye, Nat." I say before I hang up the phone.

*End of Phone Conversation*

I finish gathering the money and I go back downstairs to get ready to go to the bank to get it put on a credit card for her. I'm paying for the card and I know that her favorite color is purple. I'm gonna have the name put as Jo Elma Fox. This is her first gift from me. I gotta make it count. I get to the living room and Jo Elma is sitting on the couch, watching the news. I decide to watch it with her.

"Hi there. We are coming to you live because of a missing student from PSC. If you can find Kathryn Taylor anywhere, please contact us at the missing persons hotline." the news reporter says on the TV.

"MAN FUCK FINDING ME GOD DAMMIT. WHAT IF I DON'T WANNA FUCKING BE FOUND YOU PIECE OF SHIT BITCH? IF YOU ONLY KNEW WHAT WAS DONE TO ME IN FLORIDA. FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!!! I'M NEVER GOING BACK TO THAT HORRIBLE PLACE OF GOD DAMN TORTURE AND ABUSE." I hear Jo Elma scream loudly at the TV, making me jump back a few feet.

She looks over at me with tears in her eyes. She drops to the floor on her knees and starts loudly sobbing. I quickly get up from the couch and run to her side. I hug her closely and she puts her head on my shoulder and continues sobbing. I slowly rock us back and forth, rubbing small circles across her back, trying to comfort her and calm her down. Now all I could think about was what in the fuck happened to her down there. I hold her closer as I think about what could've happened to her.