Jakar pressed the gun barrel deeper. “She told me I could kill you if you ever made a move on her. This looks like one hell of a move to me.” His arm tensed. “And if I’m mistaken… oh well.”
I gritted my teeth and clenched the wadded envelope in my fist. “She says you’re supposed to support me.”
“She left this for you.” I opened my fist.
Jakar took the envelope with his free hand, and using his teeth, pulled free the note inside. Seconds later, he put the gun away and chuckled his way back to his seat.
“You read this thinking it was for you, didn’t you?” His eyes twinkled and his lips drew up into a massive grin. He held up the half page note, forcing me to see her crushing words yet again. “You must be telling the truth. It would have killed you to make this up.”
I looked away. I couldn’t help it.
“She doesn’t care about you. I would have thought that was obvious by now. All she wants is someone to watch her back, and at the moment, that happens to be you. You’ll never get anything more from her. She’s too busy warming my bed to think about your paltry mind games.”
His words ate away at me like acid. “She said…”
“I know what she said. It's right here in my hand." He shrugged. "I’ll let you bumble about your way until someone else kills you."