The smoke was clearing from the explosion and Liam's pulse thing in his ears. His gaze fixed on Jasmine woman he'd loved, now the conductor of his ruin. She stood out starkly against the turmoil surrounding them, like a black shadow. With her armed crew closing in around him to finish what she had started, he could hardly believe she had finally come for him.
"You always had a penchant for dramatics," Liam hissed, straightening his back though it pained him to do so, hand hanging near his side, ready to clasp his weapon.
Jasmine stepped closer, her high heels barely clinking on the hard floor. She slanted her head, and curling lips created a twisted grin. "Drama?" Not, Liam. This is business, plain and honest. It became personal thanks to you.
"You never cared about business," Liam said
