[Complete] A mxmxm, mobster threesome story:
I have been pretending that I didn't know. I've been pretending that I believed his lie that he was just a simple businessman. But I knew the truth. I knew the truth because we have been friends for ten...
At this very moment, I was extremely thankful that I had managed to enjoy a three-hour long spa session two days ago, because I don't know if I could handle sitting here, tensed and ready to go into cardiac arrest at the slightly movement if I didn't. The tension in the room was making me hold my breath against my will and I don't even dare to move, in case the sound of my muscles moving would be too loud for the situation.
Jared shifted in his seat beside me and the sound of his suit against the leather of the couch we shared seemed amplified as he moved. I tensed so hard that my bum muscles actually shook. God damn it Jared Jackson, what have you gotten me into this time? God, why do I always go with everything that Jared says? Why don't I ever protest? Why don't I have a shred of self-preservation when it came to Jared?
If I did, I wouldn't be here, sitting amongst a group of mobsters.
Help me, please. Someone, get me out of here. Anyone? I didn't dare to like my eyes wander, choosing instead to stare at the arm rest of one of the couches in front of me.
I jumped when a heavy hand dropped on my shoulder, squeezing it firmly. I glanced to my side abruptly to see Heath frowning at me. He looked concerned as he lowered himself towards my ear, "Breathe, Coe. Breathe before you pass out." He advised, massaging my shoulder for a few more seconds before I felt the pressure of his hand alleviate.
I resisted the urge to grab onto his hand and never let go. I needed some sort of assurance, not just verbal assurance that I wasn't going to die. I needed to know that I wouldn't get shot in the head or the chest for saying something wrong, or looking at someone wrong. Maybe if I even breathed wrong, I might get shot in the foot. Why did I even have to do this? I thought these people wanted nothing to do with Innocents?!
"So..." The man that was sitting to the left of Jared finally spoke, and I stared at his chest as he did, unable to lift my head to look at him. There was an air to him that intimidated me, despite the fact that I have only been staring at his very long legs crossed leisurely in front of him. With just one glance, you could tell that he was the most powerful man in this room, he was the man. Everyone's complete attention was on him as he spoke, "This is the man you've been telling us about?"
(Picture of the sitting arrangement in the room they are in right now)
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Jared shifted where he sat, straightening up, and I did the same, not wanting to seem rude, "Yes, Father."
Father? I frowned. Jared's biological father had passed away years ago, and for the life of me, I don't remember him ever telling me that he has been adopted since then. Was this an uncle that adopted him unofficially? Was his family member a part of the group too?
