Fifty-One
Jackson wrapped his hands around Wilson’s throat, feeling her rapid pulse. She didn’t move, meeting his gaze, waiting for him to tighten his grip.
He wanted to do it. Choke the life out of her. Let go of all trace of his humanity and satisfy the rage burning inside of him.
‘Bah. You’re not worth it.’ He pushed her sideways and rushed past.
‘Jackson, wait,’ said Hanson.
‘I don’t have time to wait.’ Jackson grimaced, but he stopped in the doorway between the cell block and the guardroom.
‘Hey, man, I’m just as worried about Hannah as you are about Justice.’ Hanson didn’t look at Wilson as he exited the cell. ‘But we have to be smart about this. Marcus won’t give them up without a fight. We need more men and some serious firepower to get this done.’
‘Sounds great.’ Jackson sn
