No training. No preparation.
Just sheer, reckless confidence.
Lord, have mercy. This woman...
“Let my man go,” she says, her voice sharp but steady.
It makes me want to run to her and kiss her. Fuck her, even. She’s so hot when she’s confident.
But I’m worried. Not because I think she can’t handle this. Not because I think women can’t be strong—but if Julian can fuck me up, he can fuck her up as well.
And I would never want that for my pretty girl. I want her safe. Away from all of this.
… I don’t think she wants the same right now.
Julian laughs, his smirk widening as he turns to face her. “And what are you going to do about it, sweetheart? Shoot me, hm? With what experience are you gonna usethat?”
Jennifer’s grip tightens on the Glock, her fingers firm around the handle. “I said—let him go.”
Julian chuckles, but when I finally get the courage to look back at him, there’s a flash of doubt in his eyes. He knows Jennifer’s serious now. Heknowsshe means it.
Julian might think women can’t be strong, that they’re only good for business when it comes to sex trafficking.
But Jesus, he truly looks scared. I’ve never seen this bastard fearing awoman.
She’s not just any woman. She’s my woman. And I know she’s strong.
I’m just… Worried. I need her to be safe, at all times. Even when she feels like she has to be strong.
Regardless, she’s the one protectingmeright now. And if that doesn’t show her love for me, I don’t know what will. Seriously.
Just a few days ago she looked at me in terror when I killed somebody. And today?
Today she looks like she’s about to kill someone forme.
He doesn’t move for a second, but then—without warning—Jennifer pulls the trigger.
The sound of the gunshot is deafening, but there’s no mistaking what just happened. Julian crumples to the ground, lifeless.
His body hits mine for a second before I move, still on my knees, staring at him struggling.
But God. There’s so much fucking blood flowing out of his neck, Ireallydoubt he’s gonna survive that.
Preferably because Jennifer’s gonna refuse to help him. She never refuses to help.
But him? Who’d help a psycho like him?
Definitely not my girl. Because she knows where her loyalty is.
And they’re right by me. Forever, no matter what.
God, I need to get my ring on her finger asap. It’s been only a few months since I’ve laid eyes on her, and she’s already driving me insane.
She always did.
My pretty girl stands there, her hands still shaking slightly but her expression unwavering. I can’t fucking believe it.
She justsaved my life.