After One Night
I yelled, but my frustration only seemed to amuse her.
“Jess needs me.” Was all I could think off at the moment. I made eye contact with John, who was now an inch away from Jim. He followed my gaze and saw the gas, quickly understanding.
“Do you know something that always happens to villains, Fiona?” I smirked, and she gave me a confused stare, tilting her neck to the side.
“What are you talking about, Jordan?” she asked as Jim stared at me as well.
I chuckled darkly. “Villains always die lonely and sad in the end,” I said as John pulled a trigger aiming for the gas, and we both jumped off the yacht in seconds. But before Fiona and Jim could realize where the bullet actually went, it was too