7.9

*TRIGGER WARNING*

Jack's P.O.V

My eyes bore into her watery ones, feeling an array of different emotions cast over me as I tighten my grip around her neck.

One month.

That's all it took for her to forget about me?

I thought about her every single day while I was in that fucking bunker.

Not a day went by where I didn't think about her, yet she was here, getting drunk, dressing like a whore and fucking other guys.

"Jack?!" Her pathetic and drunken voice calls out, only causing more anger to course throughout my body.

They told me to kill her.

They told me to fucking kill her after going to the police and getting all of Zac's intel compromised.

How stupid can she be?

Now she's a fucking liability.

If it weren't for her I would've been back a long time ago.

If it weren't for her I wouldn't have had to fake my death.

Now it's going to be even harder to protect her from Zac's family. But honestly, why should I?

She probably did all of this shit on pu