*Ines*
One moment I am crawling on all fours, and the next I am as flat as a crepe, with a large, heavy, and oddly warm weight on my back. That, however, isn't nearly so disconcerting as the cold gun pressed up against my ribs.
“Don't move”. A voice growls in my ear. A familiar voice.
“Jackson ?” I croak.
“Ines ?” Then he utters a word so foul I have never heard of it before, and I thought I had heard them all from either him or my various friends.
“The very one”. I reply with a gulp. “And I really couldn't move, anyway. You're rather heavy”.
He rolls off me and pierces me with a stare that is one part disbelief and thirty-one parts unadulterated fury. I find myself wishing it was the other way around. Jackson Levi is definitely not a man to cross.
"I am going to kill you”. H
