Chapter 113: The Professional Nappers
Liam’s POV
I stumbled backward, nearly tripping over my own feet in my haste to comply. Jackson herded me back to the living room, where he pushed me down onto the couch.
"Things would have gone smoothly between us, you know," he said, settling back into his chair but keeping the gun trained on me. "Until you decided to be a greedy, controlling bastard."
Something inside me snapped. Maybe it was the alcohol still coursing through my system, or maybe it was just the accumulation of everything that had gone wrong in my life, but I found myself raising my voice at him.
"I told you to stay away from Diane!" I shouted, the words pouring out of me in a torrent. "I specifically said to back off after that farmers market incident! You decided to do whatever you wanted, and now the police are looking for you. How is that my fault?"
Jackson’s eyes narrowed dangerously, but I was too worked up to stop.
"You were supposed to be professional! Whatever mess you created is on you, not me. I can’t pay for a job you didn’t deliver properly!" I was gesturing wildly now, my voice getting louder with each word. "And why the hell did you have Diane’s picture with a red X drawn across it? Who asked you to do that?"
"You—" Jackson started to interrupt, but I kept going.
"Because of your stupid mistakes, the police came to my house to interrogate me! They think I hired someone to threaten my pregnant wife! I believe they have eyes on me now, and it’s all because you couldn’t follow simple instructions!"
As I ranted, I was slowly, carefully reaching for my phone with one hand, trying to keep the movement subtle while continuing to wave the other hand around dramatically.
"What makes you feel you can talk to me the way you want?" Jackson said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Huh?"