Jasper lifts his index finger gently to my face and runs it across my jawline before tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. The touch sent deep chills down my spine, and by the way his smirk widens, Jasper mistakes it as pleasure.

"Get your fucking hand off her," Oliver barks at him.

The hand on his gun tightens around the grip and he bares his teeth at Jasper in an almost animalistic snarl.

Jasper pulls his finger away, but maintains his creepily cheerful demeanor.

"Now I know why you've tried to hide her from me all these years. She's beautiful, yes, but she's feisty, too. I like that."

"Gross," I grimace at him.

The smirk on Jasper's face is quickly replaced with a scowl.

"Watch it," he says darkly.

"She has nothing to do with this, Jasper. You know what this is about."

"Yeah, yeah, your precious cargo. I did warm you that you had it coming though, did I not?" Jasper remarks.

He turns away from me, slipping his hands into his pockets as he paces casually back and forth across the room.

"And the two people you killed in the process?"

"They were in my way," Jasper shrugs. "Although, it did send quite the message by the looks of it."

The way he speaks so flippantly about taking lives just to send a message leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Maybe they weren't in the best business, or even the best people, but they were just following orders. They were doing what they were told, just trying to earn some money.

"You should have been the one to die," I spit at him.

Oliver lets out an angry growl. I glance over at him to see him pinching the bridge of his nose with a pained expression on his face.

"Camden, go back to the car. Now," he seethes.

Jasper snaps back to face us. There's a crazed expression in his eyes now, a far cry from the calm, casual way he just spoke about killing two of our guys. I must have struck a nerve.

"You know, I don't think I like that attitude of yours anymore."

Oliver was quick on the draw, but not quick enough. I hear two loud bangs and then nothing but a high-pitched ringing. I can see Oliver's mouth moving, talking to me as he's standing over me, but I can't hear what he's trying to say. I can't even remember how I ended up on the ground. My vision begins to blur and I begin to feel tired.

I feel a sharp pain against my chest but it doesn't last long.

I fall in and out of consciousness for I don't even know how long. I just can't keep myself awake. At times I'm convinced I can hear people talking to me paired with an annoying, constant beeping that I desperately want to tell someone to turn the fuck off, but I can't.

It just feels like every second that passes, my hold on reality begins to slip more and more through my fingertips.