“What guy?”
“The one worth killing me for?”
He smiles. “Kill might’ve been a strong word. Maybe strangle, but I’d let you live.”
I can’t tell if he’s kidding or being serious. He’s staring straight ahead with this weird, faraway look on his face.
“So who is it?” I ask. “Who’s the guy?”
“The person I hate more than anyone else. The person I actuallywouldkill if I could.” He pauses. “Jackson Novak.”
Chapter 20
I knew it was Jackson, but I wanted Braden to confirm it. Now that he has, I’m even more worried about getting caught. What would Braden do to me if he found out? What would he do to Jackson?
“You missed the house,” Braden says as I drive right past it.
“Shit.” I slow down. “I’ll turn around.”
I pull into a driveway, then realize we’re at Jackson’s house.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Braden yells.
“Turning around,” I say, playing innocent. “Why are you freaking out?”
“This is Jackson’s fucking house!”
“The guy you hate lives here? Just down the street from us?”
“Yes,” he says, his jaw tight. “Now get the fuck out of here.”
“I am. Just hold on.”
As I put the car in reverse, I notice the garage door opening.
“Fuck,” Braden says, lowering in his seat like he’s hiding.
“What?”
“He’s right fucking behind us.”
Glancing back in the mirror, I see the black Range Rover. What is Jackson doing home? I thought he was at practice.
“Tell me he’s not getting out,” Braden mutters.
“He’s getting out,” I say, watching as Jackson hops out of the Range Rover and saunters over to Braden’s side of the Porsche, a smug grin on his face.
“Back the fuck up,” Braden says to me.
“I can’t. He’s got me blocked in.”
Jackson is beside Braden’s window now, staring down at him.
Braden sits up straight and lowers his window.
Jackson gives him a smug smile. “Well, look who we have here. Wasn’t expecting you to stop by.”
“Just move your fucking car,” Braden mutters.
