Aftermath

Prostitution.

Sounds difficult?

Not as bad as when you do it secretly. 

But what if it doesn't remain a secret? 

Especially when someone who should not know, finds out about it?

Until I Met You

He didn't say anything. After staring at me for a few seconds. He turned his head to his friends. Ethan was almost about to dig his knife and carve into that guy's skin but, when I grabbed Jake's hand, Jake spoke. 


“Leave them.” Jake told them. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and leisurely walked over to the guys. They all were bleeding but the guy who had it worse, was the one who fought Jake. 


I knew Jake would stick to his words, that gave me a little relief otherwise the way Jake was calm and cool with his bone chilling cold smile, he looked like a lion waiting to tear apart the person in front of him. I watched from where I stood as Jake walked to the most bloodied face. Jake grabbed the guy by his shirt's collar and pulled him up. He got on his face and whispered something in a low voice. I couldn't hear it. Whatever Jake said to that guy, it turned him pale and made his eyes open wide with a shocking expression. 


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