Angel's POV...
"Angelic Devil", he says pointing a gun at me which brings me out of my shock.
"Jackson Garmon ", I say causing him to be surprised.
He masks his face with a blank expression and tightens his grip on the gun.
"I'm guessing you're meant to deliver me somewhere", I start with a smirk.
"Unfortunately I do", he says walking closer.
"Well I'll make it easier for you. Let's go, no need for a fight", I say in a bored tone.
"I don't belive that", he says and I see him point his gun to my head.
I walk closer to him, pressing the gun against my forehead and look him dead in the eye.
"They need me alive, I would so like to see you try to so much give me a scratch. I don't think you would do that to me", I say.
"And why not?", he asks.
"Because you wouldn't want to hurt
