"Now tell me," he grabbed the back of her neck, bringing her closer, "Who the fuck was that man?"
"Why?" She asked, gulping at the end. "Why do you want to know?" As much as she at times hated Jones, Leah would never willingly give up his name to a man who looked like he could go psycho on someone's arse.
With a cruel smirk, he answered, "because I'm going to kill him."
Her eyes widened even more. "K-kill him?" She chuckled nervously. "aren't you taking it a bit far?" As much as she would hate to admit, she hated the reaction her body had to his words. It turned her on, and it feared him, a twisted reaction that she never expected from herself.
Talking about killing someone was a bit exaggerated on his behalf. Yes, she might have gone a step further but what he said was just too far.
"No," he said in such a soft voice that she almost melted on the spot. "I'm taking it exactly where it should go. Tell me his name."
