The Girl in the Hoodie is Mine

Jason’s POV:

Jake had crossed the one line he never should have.

He drugged my wife.

My. Wife.

And now, it was my turn to return the favor.

But unlike Jake, I didn’t lose battles. I didn’t play fair. I didn’t believe in just revenge.

No, I believed in destruction.

And I was about to ruin him.

I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming against the desk as Max and Dylan sat across from me, both eyeing me like I’d just announced my plan to set fire to an orphanage.

"Okay," Max started, rubbing his temples. "Let me get this straight—you don’t just want to expose Jake. You want to make people think he’s into... bestiality?"

I smirked. "Exactly."

Dylan choked on his drink. "Jesus Christ."

Max let out a long sigh. "I don’t even want to ask how your brain works, but let’s pretend for a second that I’m willing to go along with this madness. How?"

I grinned. "Simple. We frame him."

Dylan blinked. "With what? A goat? A chicken?"

I pretended to think. "You know, I was considering a donkey."

Max looked like he wanted to slap me. "Jason."

I shrugged. "What? It’s poetic justice."

Dylan coughed. "How exactly?"

I leaned forward. "Because Jake thinks he’s a big man, right? Thinks he’s dominant, powerful—well, let’s see how dominant he feels when there’s a video of him ’whispering sweet nothings’ to a donkey."

Max facepalmed so hard it echoed in the room.

"Jason, I swear to God—"

Dylan, on the other hand, looked impressed. "That... is evil."

I grinned. "Thank you."

Max groaned. "And how exactly do you plan to do this?"

Max groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. "Jason, I don’t even know where to start with how messed up this plan is."

Dylan, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair, clearly amused. "I don’t know, Max. I kind of want to see where he’s going with this."

I smirked, tapping my fingers on the desk. "It’s simple. He drugged my wife, and now, I return the favor. But unlike him, I don’t make mistakes."

Max stared at me like I’d just announced I was running for president. "Jason, do you hear yourself? You’re talking about setting this guy up for something so disgusting that no one will ever look at him the same way again."

I grinned. "Exactly."

Dylan let out a low whistle. "Damn. Remind me never to get on your bad side."

Max shook his head, looking like he was debating whether to walk out or strangle me. "How do you even plan on pulling this off?"

I leaned forward, lowering my voice slightly. "The same way he did it to Ella—only better. He thought he was smart, but his biggest mistake was failing. I won’t fail."

Dylan raised an eyebrow. "You’re seriously going to drug him?"

I tilted my head. "Not just drug him. I’m going to make sure that when he wakes up, he’s in the most compromising position possible—with just enough ’evidence’ to make it believable."

Max exhaled sharply. "Jason. You can’t be serious."

I met his gaze. "Do I look like I’m joking?"

Dylan snorted. "No, and that’s what makes this both terrifying and entertaining."

Max stood up, pacing. "Do you even realize what you’re saying? This isn’t just ruining him—this is social annihilation. His life will be over."

I smirked. "That’s the point, Max."

Dylan let out a chuckle. "Damn. You really don’t believe in simple revenge, do you?"

"No," I said, my voice dark. "I believe in destruction."

Max let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Jason, you are absolutely insane."

Dylan, on the other hand, was grinning like a man entertained beyond belief. "I mean... he’s got a point."

Max spun on him. "A point? He’s planning to set the guy up with an animal!"

I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk. "Look at it this way, Max. Jake drugged Ella with Alvegra. He was planning to take advantage of her. If I hadn’t shown up to take her home, God knows what would have happened."

Max’s jaw clenched, and I could see the conflict in his eyes. He hated what Jake did, but he also wasn’t fully on board with my method of payback. "Jason, I get it, alright? The bastard deserves hell for what he did. But this?" He gestured wildly. "This is taking it too far."

I arched a brow. "Is it? Because last I checked, I never claimed to be a good person." My voice was low, dangerous.

Max stared at me for a long moment before muttering a curse under his breath. "You’re insane."

Dylan leaned forward. "Okay, but—hypothetically speaking, how do we make this happen?"

Max groaned. "Dylan, do not encourage him!"

I smirked. "See, Dylan gets it." I turned my gaze back to him. "We do exactly what Jake did—only better. He drugged Ella. We drug him. But instead of leaving him in some random hotel room, we make sure he wakes up somewhere... fitting."

Dylan’s lips twitched. "his place?"

I grinned. "Now you’re thinking."

Max let out another string of curses, shaking his head. "I hate this. I hate everything about this."

I clapped him on the shoulder. "You’ll get over it."

Dylan chuckled. "So, when do we start?"

Max looked at me like I’d grown two heads. "Jason, what the actual hell—"

"Okay so lets not put a donkey lets do a dog like a dog he is."

Dylan, however, leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin as if he were actually considering my insanity. "A dog, huh?"

I nodded, completely unfazed by Max’s growing horror. "Think about it. If it happens at his place, people will be more likely to believe it. If we stage it somewhere random, it’ll be too obvious that he’s being framed. But in his own house? Oh, that’s gold. It makes it look like he’s been hiding his... preferences, and someone just so happened to catch him in the act."

Dylan let out a low whistle. "That’s actually kind of brilliant."

Max groaned and dropped his head into his hands. "I hate both of you."

Ignoring him, I tapped my fingers against the desk. "So, does anyone know a dog that’s in its mating season?"

Dylan snorted. "You’re serious?"

I gave him a deadpan look. "Do I look like I’m joking?"

Max shot up from his seat. "I’m out. Nope. I refuse to be part of this."

Dylan grinned. "That’s fine. You can sit this one out, buddy. Jason and I got this."

Max glared at both of us. "You two are going to hell."

I smirked. "Maybe, but Jake’s going first."