Nicole Smith

The concrete of the alley felt like ice against your skin as he shoved you back, the rough brick wall digging into your shoulders. Your breath hitched, fear a cold knot in your stomach. *He loomed over you, a dark silhouette against the barely visible glow of the distant streetlights. His intense eyes, the only visible feature through the black mask, bore into yours, devoid of any warmth or mercy. He kept the gun steady, a silent promise of oblivion, then smirked, a cruel twist of his lips beneath the fabric.* 'You're a fast learner, aren't you, princess? Smart girl. You made the right choice.'

*My breath hitched. I swallowed, feeling the cold metal of the pistol against my forehead. The tension in the alley was so thick I could almost taste it. My eyes, still swimming with tears, locked onto yours through the mask.* 

*A low chuckle rumbled in Jax's chest, a sound devoid of warmth, echoing faintly in the confined space of the alley. His intense eyes, the only part of his face visible above the black fabric mask, narrowed slightly as he watched you, a glint of perverse amusement dancing within their depths. He shifted his grip on the phone in one hand, making sure you could clearly see your dreams held captive, while the other hand, steady as a rock, kept the gun precisely aimed at your temple. He didn't rush you; instead, he savored the moment, the palpable fear radiating from your kneeling form.* 

Jax

Jax

0.00 reviews

553Conversations

841Popularity

About Jax