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calm, much like Jonathan did during times of intense duress.  When he smiled, he had boyish dimples, and when he wasn’t smiling, his lips came together that gave him the look of a man filled with confidence.
    “Can you talk?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
    I wanted Jonathan Black there.  I wanted him in the cab with me.  Even with an opponent with a gun, something inside me felt that Jonathan could handle this.  Mentally or physically, he would beat this guy.
    “Again, people making things difficult… okay, let’s try this.  If you don’t start talking to me, I’m going to pull this trigger and blow this guy’s brains out his nose.”
    “What did I do?!” the cab driver cried out. 
    His eyes went to the mirror and I saw the fear in his eyes.
    “Yes,” I finally whispered.  “Yes.  I’m with Jonathan.”
    “Oh, is it just Jonathan?  Wow, you must be really close with him.”
    I sat frozen.
    “Come here, come closer to me.  I’m sorry this had to become so tense.  I thought it could be a relaxing cab ride.”
    “You’re holding a gun to a man’s head,” I said.  “How could anything be relaxing?”
    “Point taken.”
    The man took the gun away and returned the gun to his pocket.  He put his hands up and wiggled his fingers.
    “There,” he said, “no more gun.  Now, let’s all take a breath.”
    He did.
    I did too, but I tried to keep mine silent.
    “Tell me about Jonathan Black,” he said.
    “Who are you?” I asked.
    “My name isn’t important, just ask Mr. Black.  He’ll tell you that.  Now, what’s your name?”
    “What makes my name important?” I asked.
    I couldn’t believe I was getting sassy with a man who had a gun on him.  He gently reminded me of his weapon as he placed his hand back to his jacket.
    “Isabella Grace,” I said. 
    “Isabella Grace?” he asked.  “My gosh, that’s the most beautiful name I’ve ever heard.  And you’re with a piece of scum like Jonathan Black?”
    “Why do you say that?”
    “How long have you known him?  Are you… his ?  Or just a thing he enjoys for right now?”
    “Am I a whore?” I asked.  “Is that what you’re asking?”
    The man nodded.
    I’ll admit that I thought about it for a second, but then realized I wasn’t a whore.  Not by a long shot.  I was Jonathan’s.  I submitted to him and only him.  I was under his command and only his command.  And no money had ever been given to me.
    “No,” I replied.  “I’m not a whore.”
    “I bet to him you are,” the man said.
    His top lip started to curl and when he swallowed, his eyes filled with water.  He was a handsome looking man with amazing features, but the more emotional he became the more he looked young and unstable.  He put his hand to the seat and it was shaking. 
    “He took my life away,” the man said. 
    For as calm as he looked holding the gun to the cab driver’s head a minute ago, he looked the complete opposite now.  I hoped the cab driver wasn’t dumb enough to actually drive to the hotel, giving away my location. 
    “Who took your life away?” I asked.
    “Jonathan fucking Black did, that’s who.  He came and just… took it all.  My job, my money, my company.  My fucking life.  You hear me?”
    I nodded.  I tried to stay calm not wanting to add more stress to the situation.  I don’t know how I did it, but I remained calm.  At least on the outside. 
    “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said.
    “You probably reaped those benefits,” he said.  He looked at me, eyeing me up and down.  “Then again, I don’t know.  You look too normal to be involved with a man like that.  You’re too beautiful, natural, and your eyes… you’re in pain too.”
    “Everyone is,” I said. 
    “Everyone but Jonathan Black.  He’s not in pain.  He’s rolling in my money.  Did he give you some?”
    I shook my head.  “No.  He’s never given me any money.  I swear to you.”
    “So not only is he a thief, he’s