DEA
“Listen to me carefully, Jane,” I said, my voice dropping dangerously close to growling as I felt my blood-curdling. “If you still want to live a peaceful life, you will never do that again.”
Her hands stilled against my wrist, her earlier defiance faltering as confusion flickered across her face.
“What are you talking about?” she tried to scoff, though the sound came out weaker than before, her eyes searching mine as if trying to read whether I was bluffing.
I let out a humorless breath, trying to control the rising of the heat from my neck up to my face.
“Do you really want me to say it out loud?” I murmured, tilting my head as I watched the color slowly drain from her face. “Or should I remind you of the people you have been running from, the ones you took money from and never
