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Can life get more fucked up than this right now?

“Jax? What are you doing here? And why are you pointing a gun at me?”

His smirk turns into a snarl, setting my nerves on edge. Something is wrong.

Chapter Thirteen

FRANCESCA

This isn’tthe first time I’ve stared down the barrel of a gun that was pointed at me, but this is the first time I’ve known the person holding the weapon.

And I know him. Intimately.

I’ve had nightmares of my past coming back to haunt me, but never have I ever imagined Jax coming to Savannah. Especially to the shipyard in the middle of the night while an order is being received.

It’s always been my past, Rhett, coming to me while at school.

I have imagined all the ways he would find out about my family’s businesses and the things I’ve done in my past, but none of those scenarios involved Rhett and Jax meeting here at the shipyard.

“Surprise.” He whispers and glares at me as he bares his teeth and forms a twisted snarl.

The moonlight is peeking through the clouds, casting shadows onto his face, making him look more like a villain than I ever imagined. He looks different from the last time I saw him.

More dangerous.

A bit unhinged, like he’s ready for revenge. But revenge for what?

Did he think we were more serious than we were? Didhe hope for a future with me? Only for me to rip out his heart?

He was the one that wanted no strings attached.

I should have known his bad boy persona was the true side of him.

I glance around to see if anyone has noticed our presence and decided to listen in on our conversation. They haven’t. I’m still standing here with a gun wielding lunatic.

“Uh, yeah, Jax, this is a surprise. What are you doing here? How did you find me?”

How does he know about the shipyard? I’ve never told him anything about my family or my life here in Savannah.

He presses the tip of the barrel to my cheek. The cool metal is a stark difference from the heat of my skin.

“Mandy told me you moved and where you were. How could you just move without saying goodbye?”

“We weren’t together, Jax, and we haven’t spoken in months. Besides, it was the end of the semester. We were going to go our own separate ways, anyway.”

“Well, I missed you.” He drags the gun down my neck, resting it on my breast just under the seam of my shirt.

“You had so much time to say something. Why here? Why now?”Especially the here part.

He shakes his head. “Do you know I’ve been following you? For years? Watching and documenting your every move. Listening in on your phone calls.”

Why? I was just a normal college graduate student. Iwent to class and then came home. It’s not like my life was exciting or anything. It was quite boring, actually.

“I don’t get it. Why would you follow me like a stalker and listen to my phone calls?”

I need to stay calm and focused, or I might not get a chance to walk away from him.

He could just be bluffing about the phone calls. Normal people can’t tap into phones. Believe me, I tried years ago.

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