"Jazz?", He frowned uncomprehendingly, and at that moment I knew that he had no idea who Jazz was.

As the enormity of the accusation I had leveled at him sank in, his eyes glittered in fury, and I made to move back, but he had me in a vice-like hold. When he spoke, his voice radiated a barely checked fury as he said in a low, menacing growl that left me quaking in fear,

'No one has ever accused me of needing a pimp to satisfy my urges, little vixen."

I swallowed fearfully though I met his flintlike gaze bravely as he went on,

"Watch what you say."

And before...