The Master Programmer

— Back at Isabella's Place — *Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!* "Nnhh~~!! Ouh~ fuck!" Isabella shouted out, looking back at Jason as she went up and down, slapping her ass on top of his cock as fast as she could. They had changed positions possibly three times by now, and right then she was sitting on top of Jason, throwing her ass backwards and bouncing it on his cock. Jason was holding her there in place, keeping her stable as she did her thing, swallowing his cock to her depths while leaning forward away from him. And then in the next moment, she turned her body, rotating it and then making sure that her face was right next to Jason's instead of towards his feet while keeping his cock inside her. Such skill was very impressive. Or maybe it was just that Jason was skilled too, in his way. Jason grabbed her and brought her to him, kissing her deeply, and she let herself melt into the kiss. After letting go of her, she kept going, slamming her pussy down on his cock, moaning and groaning and licking and kissing Jason as she did. And then in the next moment, she collapsed on Jason, screaming, "I'm cumming again, Daddy~~! I'm cumming~~!" "Cum for me," Jason said as he went ahead and kept the momentum going, holding her up by her waist and then thrusting up into her, watching as she drooled and quivered and teared up on his chest. And then after she came to a stop, Jason turned his body around, putting her on the now completely soaked bed, as he took his cock out of her depths and came on her belly once again. He didn't know why but every time he came, he just felt like her belly was the perfect place to do it. Neer inside though. Always outside. At least for now. Letting out a breath, Jason collapsed next to her on the bed. Damn. That was… terrifying. Three rounds of Sex was pretty incredible. The amazing thing was that he felt like he still had the energy to keep going. He was only acting spent because he could tell she was. And he was just trying to show her, that he too was human. Well, mostly. Seeing that she was nearly asleep, he gently picked her up, tidied the area beneath her, and then laid her down in the bed. Afterwards, he climbed into bed beside her, ensuring they were both covered. With a contented smile, he too drifted off to sleep in the next few moments. Little did he know that he now had a target on his back, all from the most dangerous man in the city, one of the most dangerous drug runners in the region. — Back at Troy's Base — Troy watched as his men dragged away the bodies of two people who had been shot dead with blood leaking out of their foreheads from a gunshot wound that he had delivered. He had no expression on his face though, and he carried on eating the bloody meat on his plate. He was used to death by now. Turning to one of his men, Troy said, "I want you to do some research on this Jason Cross. Get everything we can on him. Find out literally everything. Is it true he has no backing? If so how was he able to take down all those people? Something funny is going on. Don't touch him yet though... Just send him a message." And then in the next moment, after swallowing his next bite of steak, the man said, "And do some research on the people he had with him. They might be useful if we need to use them to send a message. Especially the girl. If he's useful then we might be able to get much more than we ever thought from him. Do it quickly with the people. Make sure to get things moving for us. That 4 million will be very useful." "Yes, boss." The man in the suit said, turning to his boss who was still eating in this room that smelled of blood. Well, it made sense. He had his meat rare too. He did not have a problem with getting his hands bloody. "What about the bodies?" Troy thought for a moment, his eyes glinting as he stared out of the window at the city. "I remember we had this idiot who was trying to cause some problems for us?" "Yes sir. Albert Morales was busy trying to extort more money from us. We couldn't on him because of his connections to some politicians... Do you want to use Mr Grey for something?" "Just show him Mr Grey's ring. He will understand. And with these dead bodies… take them all to the undertaker. Have him burn everything. He will take care of things for us. And we will win everything in the long run." "The casino…" "The casino is something we received today. A gracious gift from our friend. We will legitimise it, make it bigger, and then clean our money in it. After all, Grey's son, who inherited things, signed things on to us." Troy said with a smirk and a nod. And then when he turned his calculating eyes to the man, he couldn't help but get a shiver down his spine. "You understand right?" "I understand, sir. I will get to it as soon as possible." "Good," Troy said with a smirk. And then when he looked below him only to see that there was some half-eaten food he frowned. Looking at the man, he said, "You want some steak? I hate wasting food, you know me." "Uh… I will get someone to eat that, sir," the man said with a look of disgust, seeing the blood on the plate. This was not the natural fluid from the steak. It was Mr Grey's blood. Troy gazed at the man and then at the plates incredulously. "Huh? Well, more for them, I guess. This steak is delicious." The man walked out, of there, gently closing the door, and then walking away leading his men to act on this next bit. He could not let his Master down. If he did… Well, he did not even want to find out what the hell would happen to him. His Boss was one of the most dangerous people in the entire province in the underground, and in this city, there was nobody who ran more dirty wealth and money than he did. He ran a tight ship and had connections in big places. In a way, he was lucky to be working for a boss like that. After all, his boss was one of the most impressive men in the entire province. — Meanwhile, in a Strip Club — The three M Boys, Marcus, Mousa, and Marek were drinking and having fun, and they were laughing amongst themselves, even throwing some bills at girls who showed them their tits. "Oh my god, I have never had this much money!" Mousa said while taking another shot. Thank God for Crypto ATMs. They were incredible!! "That's exactly the thing. If he can give us this much money, then he can give us more in the future too. And if that's the case..." Marcus said, grabbing one of the stripper's ass cheeks, making her chuckle in a sultry fashion. "Well, he's rich now. He better give us money!" Marek said with a chuckle, downing a shot. "That's fucking right. He wants us to work for him, doesn't he? We'll just stick to him…" said Marcus and then leaning to them, he said, "Anyway, if he ever tried to split us short, we can destroy him. After all, we know his secrets. We can reveal them if we wish." As the other two's eyes went wide, Marcus smirked. This was the reason why he was so calm. He had something on Jason now. They were in the same boat, and if he was going to do something he might just need them, even if he didn't want to need them, Marcus would find a way to implant himself in Jason's life. There was no separating them now. As they spoke, Marek thought of something and then looking at Marcus, he said, "Hey man, I apologise about what happened before. I was… We were crazy. No.. stupid. That guy Jason is a psycho. He made us doubt you. Doubt our connection. I understand this now. We gotta stick together. That way we can ride this wave of success and then get something out of that fucker." "Yeah," Mousa said, grabbing Marcus. "We stick together, and then stick to that psycho, and even if he doesn't want to he will be giving us more of that 4 million!" "Four million?" came a voice from behind them. When they turned only to see a guy approaching and sitting next to them. "Wow, I love money, can you tell me where I can get this a piece of this Four million from too?" Mousa couldn't help but stand up, saying, "Hey, who are—" But Marcus held him back, looking at this man with some fear glinting in his eyes. "Mousa get back. You cannot mess with this guy." Marcus said, staring at the man who took a look at the table and then grabbed Marcus' drink, taking a sip. Marcus let that slide, knowing that it was not good to even take a breath in front of this dude. After all, this guy was a true psycho. "Whew! That tastes good! I'm so glad you boys have a new strong boss. But I need you to do something for me… Just a small favour I promise. And I'll make it worth your time too. Favour for a favour! What do you say?" Marcus stared at this man, feeling some fear in his heart. This guy was a big guy and he was a part of a major drug-running gang in this city. Turning to his surroundings only to see that they were surrounded, Marcus couldn't help but sigh. The Snakes had gotten involved. They were in a bit of trouble. "What favour do you want, Draco?" Draco smirked when he heard that, leaning to the side and exposing the snake tattoo running on the side of his head. Then he leaned forward menacingly. "I want you to tell me everything you know… about Jason Cross." As expected… Their information network was so large that it was honestly annoying how they had been able to find him and take him as soon as it happened. "And what favour are we receiving in return?" Marcus asked, somehow feeling some bravery, especially when he thought about Jason's fighting form. "Favour?!" Draco said as he leaned to the side. And then he slapped his hand as if he had decided. "So you want a favour. I have one for you. You get to get out of this mess with your life intact." After hearing these words, the three couldn't help but gulp. Damn… What were they to do now?