She shouldn't have seen him angry, the only time it happened was when he had a fight with his father, how could he explain to her that it wasn't because of the threats, he would survive them. The thought that his father wished he had touched her, her presence alone was the reason Anthony Mallory was still alive. But that would change if he approached her again. Jason was going to make sure of that, he was going to bury him himself.

It was too early, and if Cassidy hadn't been home, Jason wouldn't have been able to help himself. His nostrils flared and closed as he tried to hold back his anger, but it was evident in his gaze, his gait, the sharp, almost violent way he he opened the door and his cold green eyes scanned the hall and living room of their apartment. "Cassidy!" he roared, his eyes searching frantically for a sign that she was home.

She needed to be home, he needed her, strong and painful. No one else would survive around him right now, only her. "Cassidy!" his deep voice echoed through the flat like a drumbeat and he started towards the bedrooms, meeting her on the last step. His hands grabbed her shoulders as her body slammed into his chest and Cassidy flew backwards with a scream. Jason glared at her, she blinked in confusion, opening and closing her mouth, but he didn't give her a chance to say anything, sinking his lips into hers.

"How seedy" he growled, looking down at the shirt Cassidy was wearing which reached mid-thigh. Jason grabbed the lapels of her shirt and undid the buttons, staring at her breasts for a moment. "Jason?" she confusedly tried to say something else, but he wasn't listening, he couldn't, he needed her, she was his salvation, his beacon in the dark.

"I need you, Cassidy!" his gaze hungrily roamed her semi-naked body and his mouth filled with saliva and his cock throbbed hopelessly longing to feel her. Her hands gently cupped his face and she rose on her toes, pressing into his chest, her lips crashing into his. Jason wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her up with the other and her back hit the wall.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, he kissed her with force and anger, biting her lips and sucking her tongue, unzipping his pants. His cock jumped out pulsatingly in search of its target. Jason pushed aside the edge of her underwear and penetrated her with a growling sigh. "Holy shit!" Cassidy moaned, caught off guard, she clung to him, feeling herself nearly break under his rough, angry thrusts.

Jason was breathing heavily, squeezing her so hard he was knocking the air out of her and Cassidy could feel her bones cracking, but she didn't stop him, didn't say a word, letting the power of his angry arousal take over her body. His relentless thrusts clouded her mind and she screamed, squirting after only a few thrusts of his cock, stretching the walls of her core.

Jason went crazy. Her body's passionate response to his anger sent him into a frenzy and turned him on even more. He gripped her throat and began to move insanely fast, drinking her lips and moans, her pained whimper killing any attempt he made to maintain at least some control over his body. Cassidy was suffocating, her body numb, swept by arousal and the burning need of her lungs, struggling for air. His thrusts tore her apart and pushed her over the edge again and again.

Jason roared and bit down hard on the crook of her neck, piercing her once more and his cum flowed out in powerful spurts, filling her throbbing womb. Cassidy screamed and her body slumped helplessly in his arms. Jason took several deep breaths and suddenly pulled back in shock, looking for her face hidden on his shoulder. "Cass, baby?" he cursed when she didn't answer and carried her to their bedroom.

"Love?" he knelt on the bed and gently laid her down. Cassidy let out a soft sigh, too tired to answer. "I'm sorry, my love, I didn't mean to..." Jason gently grabbed her chin and turned her head slightly, wincing at the marks of his fingers on her neck, realizing that he had let his anger hurt her and that Cassidy would carry the bruises from it for weeks.

Her hands grabbed his jacket and she pulled him to her, Jason fell to his arms and stared into her face and her closed eyes. "Cuddle?" Cassidy muttered sleepily and Jason sighed in relief, resting his forehead against hers. He lay down next to her and pulled her into his arms, comforted and guilty. "I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to hurt you, forgive me?" he gently kissed her temple, then rested his chin on her head as she curled up against his chest.

"Give me two more weeks!" pleaded the man, but received no answer, only icy silence and a blank stare. There was a time when that look wouldn't have scared anyone, but now it inspired nothing but terror. There was a time when those green eyes shone with the excitement of danger, when he watched with fear and horror what he was doing, but he was doing it because he was ordered to do so. Now there was no one who would dare to command him.

The three men standing in front of the supplicant looked at him expectantly. "Finish him, then see what you get out of his house" ordered the green-eyed one and turned to the exit with annoyance, accompanied by more pleas and painful, almost girlish screams. They were all the same, so brave when they came to ask for something from him and most ended up like this one here, screaming hysterically. He was getting tired of this, it was really boring.

Jason leaned back and briefly looked at the traffic as the driver nimbly made his way when his phone rang. A smile appeared on his face as he picked up. "Hey love, I'll be home in a bit and we can..." Jason was interrupted by an unfamiliar female voice. "Mr. James Mallory?" he tensed and stood up startled. "Who are you, why do you have my wife's phone?" he almost screamed, startling the driver, who looked at him in the rear-view mirror in alarm.

"Mr. Mallory, your wife was in an accident and is in St. Patrick's Hospital..." Jason didn't let her finish, he hung up and gave orders to his driver. His knees bounced nervously and a lump lodged in his throat as he kept urging the man to drives faster. It was the longest forty minutes of his life. He had never felt such fear, for anyone, not even when his mother died, nothing could compare to that feeling that made his pulse ring in his ears.

He flew into St. Patrick's Hospital like a hurricane, standing at the reception desk, the blow from his hands startled the information nurse. "Cassidy Mallory, she had an accident, I'm her husband!" the woman almost had a heart attack, staring at the huge, expensively dressed man, whose expression was a mixture of fear and the promise of death. "Your wife is in room 134, third floor to the right" she shakily informed and Jason ran for the elevator.

"Cassidy!" the door to the room slammed into the wall so hard that Cassidy screamed and the doctor who was still examining her took a step back. "Jason?" she gasped as he filled the door frame, as if it was purposely made to make him look huge. Jason looked at her for a moment, the scratches on her forehead, there was a bruise on her right cheekbone and on the right corner of her lip, her left arm was in a bandage holding it to her right shoulder.

But she sat calmly and looked at him slightly startled. "That's all for now Ms. Mallory, I'll be back in a bit with your discharge papers" Cassidy nodded and the doctor walked towards the door, doing his best not to get crushed by the huge man who walked towards his patient. "Hey" Cassidy smiled as Jason stood in front of her, still eyeing her.

He was silent, he just stood, looked at her and was silent. "Jason, are you okay?" Cassidy tilted her head slightly and he looked up at hers. "Who did this?" he asked when he was satisfied that aside from the obvious, Cassidy didn't seem to have any other injuries. Cassidy shivered, her insides turning at the anger and coldness in his voice. "No one, my brakes failed and in order not to hit a pedestrian, I crashed into a column on the sides of the road" Cassidy explained quietly, avoiding his gaze.

Jason heard the fear in her voice, fear of him and he quickly recovered, standing between her knees he gently cupped her face and made her look at him. "Tell me you're okay, Cassidy?" he insisted looking her straight in the eyes, knowing she couldn't lie when someone was looking her straight in the eyes, in fact Cassidy was a terrible liar in general, she had once tried to lie to him when her period came and she was in hellish pain , but she tried to lie to him that she was fine, since then he knew that one look was enough for her to tell the truth.

"I'm fine Jess, I've got a dislocated shoulder from hitting the steering wheel but I'm fine, I really am" she whispered and he breathed a sigh of relief. Before Jason could answer, the doctor returned with the discharge papers. He began to sign, then left her alone for a while to pay the hospital bill, which gave Cassidy a chance to think. Ever since she told him she loved him, Jason had somehow changed, he was still cute and funny, but he started acting like she was made of porcelain and could break at any moment.

And that a while ago, he really seemed ready to kill the culprit of the accident, and that scared her. She probably shouldn't be surprised, but this jump from charming and caring to dangerous and deadly is kind of scary. Which of the two was the real Jason? Or were they both real and she just didn't know him well enough?

"Find my wife's car, I want to know if this 'accident' was accidental or intentional" Jason watched Cassidy, who was staring thoughtfully at the floor, biting her lower lip, a deep crease on her forehead. He had let himself down again and she had seen the other side of him, he had probably scared her, if he wasn't careful she would have left and Jason wouldn't let that happen for anything in the world, he would rather die.

"Are you ready to go home?" he walked in and stood in front of her, leaning slightly so that their eyes were level. Cassidy looked at him, his warm green eyes filled with love and concern, not a trace of anger. She nodded and Jason tilted his head slightly. "Cass? You know if something happens to you I'm going to die, right?" he suddenly asked, her heart leaping at the quietly frightened admission.

Cassidy smiled, it's natural that when someone you love is in danger, you look for the culprit and you're scared and angry. Why had she even doubted that? Jason loved her, and men used force when they were scared. "I'm ready" she nodded and he picked her up in his arms, walking towards the door. "I can walk,Jason" she giggled and blushed at the stares that followed them down the hospital corridor. "My wife is injured, let me spoil her a little" he leaned down and kissed her forehead, entering the elevator.