For a little while they drove in silence. He tried holding his anger and frustration within. He always knew there was a posibility of something like this happening. He just never expected it to happen to him.

"Why don't you meet with the women to make sure they want it?" She suddenly asked.
"It kills the fantasy for many of them," he answered.
"So hire someone to do it for you," she said.
"A middle man?" He chuckled.
"Yeah, or woman would probably be best. A woman would connect better with them," she said.
"You're looking for a job?" He asked amused.
"No, I never wanna see you again after this," she answered.
"I can't say I blame you," he said.

He parked the car on the street and looked at the house.

"Do you live here too?" He asked.
"No, we don't live together," she answered.
"Oh, thank god," he breathed out a sigh of relief.

She looked at him but didn't question him further about that comment.

"He said he was around back working on his tan and that I should just walk around the house to find him," he said.
"Yeah, take the right side around," she said.
"You're coming with me but you're gonna stand and wait by the wall while I walk back there and talk to him," he said.
"But why?" She asked.
"How you still don't get it is beyond me," he muttered before clearing his throat and raising his voice to a normal volume again. "Just stand and listen, okay?"
"Okay," she said.

They left the car and started walking around the house together. He lifted his hand to stop her, shot her a look to make sure she understood she was supposed to stay, and then he turned the corner and saw John lying there. How he wanted to beat the crap out of him right away.

"John," he said.
"Oh, hi Dean," John said and pointed to an envelope on the table. "Your money's there."

Dean walked over to the table but didn't pick up the envelope.

"So how did it go?" John asked.
"As expected," Dean answered.
"Yeah? Did she scream a lot?" John asked.
"Surprisingly not. She didn't say anything. She just froze," Dean answered.
"Really? That's disappointing," John said.

Dean stepped away from the table and walked closer to John.

"You know what's disappointing? When people breaks my trust and uses my line of work to commit a crime," he said.

John looked up at him as if he didn't understand what he meant.

"She had no idea what you did. You're fucking sick, John. You actually wanted your girlfriend to get raped," Dean continued.
"Is that what she said? She's lying. And even if it was true, what does it matter to you? It's not like you can tell when you do it on a daily basis," John said.

Dean was about to lose it but he stopped as he heard her voice.

"You really did that to me, John?"

Both men looked at her.

"What is she doing here?" John asked.
"So it's true? You wanted him to hurt me? Why, John?" She asked while tears filled her eyes.
"Because I'm fucking sick of you always doing everything right! I wanted to see you messed up and broken just once!" John shouted as he jumped to his feet.
"Not only did you want to hurt me. You wanted to frame an innocent man as well?" She was shouting too.
"Who fucking cares about that piece of shit? He rapes women for a living!" John shouted.

A loud smack was heard as Dean's fist connected with John's jaw. He didn't stop there. He jumped the man, raining his fists down on his face and upper body again and again until he finally moved away with a loud growl. He grabbed the envelope from the table and walked away with fast footsteps.

"Let's go!" He shouted at her.

She ran after him and jumped back into the car. He started it and drove off.

"Where do you live?" He asked.

She gave him directions and he drove her home in silence. Once again he parked the car. He looked at her and handed her the envelope.

"Here, take it," he said.
"I don't want it," she said.
"I don't care. You're taking it. I'm sorry, alright? I don't know how else to make it up to you," he said.
"I don't think you can," she said.
"Just fucking take it!" He growled.

She snapped the envelope from his hand and opened the car door.

"Hey! Don't go back to him. Don't ever contact him again. If he tries any shit, you know where to find me," he said.
"I'm not that stupid," she said.
"I didn't think so. Just saying," he said.

She shut the car door and walked towards the house. He stayed and watched her unlock the door and get back inside safely before he started the car again and drove away.