33. Emotion

Tonight, Mike managed to eliminate the lives of traitors, starting with his wife's innocent children. Now his only task is to find out who the man was who dared to play with him yesterday. Moreover, the man is close to Jasmine. He didn't like something that belonged to him being touched by someone else.

 

"Sir, where are we going?" I asked one of Mike's men.

 

"Going to the club, there are things I want to do there." The car Mike was traveling in sped up through the dark streets. They were now far from the city, and some of the roads they had to take went through the forest. There was no light from the street lamps shining on them. All they could see along the way was darkness.

 

It took three hours to get to the city and another half hour to get to the club he usually went to.

 

The car Mike was traveling in stopped at an intersection because of a red light. And from there, he saw the silhouette of a man he knew very well. 

 

"Follow the car!" He ordered the driver.

 

"We're not going to the club, sir?" The driver asked again, just to be sure. He was afraid that if he made a mistake, he would lose his life. 

 

"Hmmm, we can go to the club tomorrow night. I just want to know who that man is." He explained.

 

Somehow, Mike's car was not noticed by Jackson. Maybe it's because Mike and his men have been in the mafia so far, so things like this are not difficult for them. They just followed behind and kept their distance.

 

Their car stopped at an intersection leading to a housing estate. Mike got out of the car to see where Jackson's car had stopped.

 

"Sir, let me follow him." The driver volunteered.

 

"No need; I just want to make sure. It's quite a luxurious estate anyway, so I wonder if he's one of the influenced people."

 

*

Like the previous nights. Jasmine's job is to be a prostitute who caters to the desires of men. And tonight, Jasmine accompanied Brian for a drink. 

 

Jasmine painstakingly poured the drink into Brian's glass. "Are you waiting for Mike?" asked Brian, who had been watching Jasmine's behavior.

 

Jasmine did not want to answer Brian's question. For her, personal problems should not be revealed to strangers, let alone to the man who rented her.

 

"You are very precise with him. Something personal you wouldn't expose. But you know, don't get carried away with his attitude. I'm afraid you'll get hurt later on." Explained Brian, who left their table and walked towards the dance floor.

 

Now Jasmine was just brooding, wondering what she was thinking after hearing Brian's explanation. At first, Jasmine wanted to ignore it, but she kept thinking about it.

 

"What are you thinking about?" I asked someone who had just sat next to Jasmine.

 

Jasmine, who recognized the voice very well, just blushed. She was afraid that she would be found out if she had been thinking about him.

 

"I wasn't thinking about anything." Jasmine lied.

 

"I thought you were thinking about me, and I thought you were missing me." Mike teased Jasmine.

 

"How could I miss you? You never touched me like they did. Maybe it's just Brian's touch that I've been missing." Jasmine deliberately provoked the conversation when Brian walked over to her desk. 

 

The first time Brian and Mike's eyes met. It was there that Mike shot Brian a murderous look. Meanwhile, Brian, who had no idea, just stared at Mike in confusion.

 

"What are you talking about?" Brian whispered to Jasmine. Honestly, Brian was afraid of being stared at intensely by Mike. As if he had betrayed him.

 

"She seems to be jealous of you. Because his gaze changed after hearing my words." Jasmine replied in a whisper as well.

 

Mike immediately picked up the bottle of alcohol on the table. He downed it in one gulp. Brian's and Jasmine's eyes were stunned. They were surprised that Mike was able to chug it down.

 

"It looks like we are in big trouble." Brian whispered, to which Jasmine nodded her head. 

 

"Take him to his room immediately; I don't want him making a scene here. And I don't want the club ruined by this crazy guy either," Brian said back to Jasmine.

 

For the peace of the club, Jasmine took Mike to his room. In the room, Jasmine was like a wife. She laid Mike down on the bed and took off his shoes.

 

"You think I'm drunk!?" Mike held Jasmine's hand as she took off his shoes.

 

"I know you're not drunk. But I don't want you to drink too much. Isn't there anything you want to tell me?" asked Jasmine, who was still removing Mike's shoes.

 

Mike laid back down. Then he covered his eyes with his right arm. There was only silence inside Jasmine's room that night. It was also early in the morning. 

 

Many of Jasmine's friends had already entered the room tonight and performed their duties. The reason Jasmine was not in the room was because Brian had rented it for the night only to accompany the man for a drink. 

 

"What did that man do to you?" Mike asked a question that Jasmine found difficult to answer.

 

"Which guy? You should know that I sleep with many men." Jasmine replied, which made Mike even more depressed.

 

"You should know who I mean." Mike gripped Jasmine's hand firmly. His piercing gaze, which Jasmine had never seen before, frightened her.

 

Jasmine did not dare to answer or look Mike in the eye. For some reason, Mike's demeanor tonight was very different. Usually, Mike always behaved gently, and when they met, they only shared stories. But tonight was completely different. There seemed to be an unstoppable outburst of emotion.

 

Mike pinned Jasmine down and gripped her chin hard. The grip on her shoulder earlier made the remains of Mike's fingers, and now Jasmine must also surrender her face.

 

"You are just a slut. You are a slut that can be touched by many men. So tonight, I will be your companion." Mike said it in a firm tone, as if he were dealing with an enemy.

 

"Are you okay? What are you thinking about that is provoking your anger like this?" Jasmine touched Mike's face gently.

 

Mike let go of Jasmine's hand roughly. "You don't touch me with your dirty hands."