CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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JASON'S POV

Jessica looked down at me with a disgusted expression. I can't tell if she's disgusted with me or with herself. She lowered the gun and placed it back into her black skinny jeans.

"That's what I thought, bitch." I spat up at her.

She took a deep breath, then her stiletto collided with my jaw. I yelled at the pain. Jessica stomped away before I could mouth off to her again.

The thought of seeing Jordan again resurfaced and I can't help but wondering how she is right now. The last time I saw her was when I handcuffed her to her bed. She must be pissed.

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