Devon’s POV
“Dead?” I asked her, confused. “What do you mean, Jackson is dead?” She got up from the sofa and walked over to me.
“That is what I mean,” she tells me, placing her arms around my neck. “He is dead.”
“Who killed him?” Laken smiled up at me and kissed me.
“I did,” she responded. I could feel my body shaking with the anger that was building up.
“What the f**k do you mean you killed him?” I roared. “What were you f*****g thinking? You could have gotten yourself killed!” I pushed her off of me and walked up to the window.
“I got tired of waiting for you to do something. So, I did it instead,” she explained.
“I was trying to find out who hired him,” I said through gritted teeth. She laughed.
“Oh, he sang like a little canary, telling me everything.” I turned to her, waiting
