Chapter 23: Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Three

Everyone, well almost everyone, looked towards the direction of the voice.

A short shabby looking man who looked like he had just smoked more weed than he had in his entire life considering how uncoordinated his stance was, was standing at the far, some corner-ish end of the club. Jennifer had her mouth immediately slightly open in surprise but she immediately closed it and according to the little voice in her brain, she looked round to see if anyone noticed her. Instead, she saw almost everyone had either an open mouth or a shocked face. They all probably thought what she thought about his voice mismatching his look. The voice they all heard sounded like it belonged to some model guy.

The 'hero' staggered to the centre of the club where the main drama was happening and gave a crooked smile.

"I..." He proceeded but slumped as he raised his finger.

"Must have been some hell of a weed." Jennifer heard the bartender say and she could totally imagine the cute, seeming college guy, shake his head and get himself a drink. But Jennifer was too deep in a situation to turn and ask for one too.

"What the hell is this?" The fat ass man in front of Jennifer said, immediately ordering his men to pick the man up.

"Now, where was I?" The man faced Jennifer who already had decorated her face with some spite on them.

"Now, don't be naughty," He brought out a pistol from the inside of his suit and used it to slowly trace her face down to her neck, he did it like he was with a lover.

Jennifer squirmed under the cold, dangerous feel of the pistol, already regretting following Mark.

"Seriously man, drop that. No rough play allowed." The deep voice came back intensifying everyone's curiosity.

Looking left and right, no one could see the person.

"Come out and face me you idiot! Where are you?" The man who seemed to be a mafia growled.

"Gipsy-tispy. Alright , I will come out to play." A dark large shadow pronounced the entry of the owner of the voice causing confusion.

As he came out, Jennifer took a look at him from his big boots, then to his hairy legs, which made her remember Bigfoot for some weird reason,  to his member that was protruding a bit.

Jennifer immediately raced to his shirt that was glued to his sweaty body. He had a thick neck with his veins staring back at them. He had a short, kept beard that made his square face look sexy in a way. His biceps did not help the matter at all.

And then his eyes, you could drown in them. They had this grey pupils that shone so bright, it made him look like a god gave birth to him.

Jennifer sighed in relief that, at least it was a fine person that was coming to save her from the ugly beast that was holding her.

The guy moved closer, his gait suddenly gaining the envy of other guys and admiration of the ladies.

He towered above Mr Mafia, a smile on his lips. He extended his smile to Jennifer and said, "Hey, I am Jones."

Jennifer almost squealed in response as she replied him with an okay that sounded off track.

Jones did a tsk with his tongue and faced the mafia.

"What's up Marcorina?"

"I have told you to stop calling me that name."

Jones tilted his head and moved closer to Marcorina or what ever he had just called him.

'This place is so weird.'  Jennifer thought as her eyes insisted on looking at big member man.

"Is that how you talk to an old friend? Huh? Listen Marco, you are sort of too old for all this game of smacking butts and cupping tits. Mama must not hear about it."

Marco pushed his chest to hit Jones's but it was an epic fail, he, bounced back to his initial position, well he almost did, since he almost pushed Jennifer out of her stance.

"Mama, ain't goin' do nothin' "

Jones laughed, his laughter was so deep and sexy, almost all the females sighed at once.

Jennifer smiled, wondering if Vivian sighed too.

'Why on earth am I thinking about Vivian now?'  Jennifer shook her head at herself.

"Why did you suddenly switch accent? Mama's boy?" Jones said amusement dancing in his voice.

"You can't do nothin' . I will get you for this Jones. I will get you for this one Jones, mark my word. "

Marco faced Jennifer who gave him a crooked smile.

"Don't think I am through with you. I will be back. "

And the mafia guy walked away. He actually stormed off, his bodyguards running after him like he was some crying princess who needed a garden space to cry at.

Jennifer faced Jones who still had smiles written over him. Even though she hardly understood whatever exchange both o them just had, she smiled back.

"Thank you so much. I can't imagine what could have happened if you hadn't come."

He moved closer.

"Well, you could have gotten to  his bedroom right now or jacuzzi. Right now, you might be probably scrubbing his back. And his back is one ugly back."

Jennifer raised her brows, instantly short of words.

Jones saw the look on her face and laughed saying,

"Just joking, just joking."

Jennifer smiled, though still feeling awkward.

"So who did you come with?"

"No one really." She got a brow raise.

"I sort of sneaked out."

"You sneaked out? " Surprise was written over his face.

"Yes, I did. What is wrong with that?"

"At your age, you sneaked out?" He asked so carefully, you would think he was crying eggs with his mouth.

"What is the problem with that? " Jennifer almost yelled.

"Well, for one, you don't need anyone's permission to go out."

"Not where I am living. He even has rules."

Jones blinked.

Jennifer smiled and continued.

"It is true. He has this set of four rules or so."

"Something crazy."

"Crazy or crazy?"

Jones laughed, his voice vibrating mysteriously her system. She noticed his member was still protruding and as much as she wanted to keep her eyes away, she could not help but steal glances.

The silence between them did not make things easier at all.

Jennifer sighed as she felt her go wet, she longed for a man's touch. But she knew she couldn't try it, she was still married to Francis. Even the thought of probably cheating on him while he was so far from her made her feel guilty.

She asked Jones for directions to the restroom and left the bar stand.

As she walked, she noticed most of the ladies were giving her glares, stabbing glares.

Jennifer wondered what could be their deal, but when she remembered Jones, she connected it immediately.

Females will always be females.

And bitches will always be bitches.

Jennifer moved towards the restroom, the urge to urinate getting incessant or maybe it was the other urge. Well she will satisfy both, hopefully.

As she moved closer to the restroom, she heard moans.

She groaned inwardly and went into the restroom anyway.

"What the....!"

"What are....!"