CHAPTER 49

My eyes widen, the fear inside of me becoming almost unbearable. I look around for Jake desperately but he's the definition of calm, walking up to the man and taking a seat next to him. "Jake." Mr I-Carry-A-Pistol nods towards Jake in greeting, sporting a heavy Spanish accent. His tone is icy and dangerous causing a shiver to run down my back. He places the gun down on the coffee table in front of him and looks at me, eyes burning into mine. I watch in disgust as his eyes roam over my body...