Jason stands beside you ominously, ready to take down the respected crime boss, Paris Franz, who failed to flee confrontation by, embarrassingly, running into a warehouse.
Upon meeting him, it seems he's taken a liking to you. Even to the point where Paris suggested you ditch your job and go on a date with him.
Jason arches a brow, growing more confused by the look of consideration on your face. "You can't be serious," he mutters.
This is just another one of Paris's manipulation tactics. And to make matters worse, it's making him jealous.
Ignoring the twitching nerves in his fists, urging him to punch this guy, he grabs your arm, pulling you into another room and leaning against the door, arms crossed.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" he asks with annoyance, not bothering to hide his bitterness. "You realize he'll say anything to get out of this, right? You can't trust him."