"Jason," Giveon mumbled, with a slight tremor in his voice. The situation just got worse with him showing up here.
"Jason? That's not– that's not Jason," Ciara muttered back, shivering in fear and latching on tighter to Giveon. "That's the vicious Capo of the Cariannos. You warned me about him at the nightclub, remember?"
"It's a bit more complicated than that, Ciara. But that guy right there? That's Jason," Giveon repeated firmly.
Ciara gasped. "What?" Glancing back at him and seeing that his cold eyes were fixed on her made her forcefully swallow her saliva, almost choking on it. Is that really — Jason?
Ghost, pissed and raged, stepped away from his car with Scar trailing behind him. He barely noticed the men as his gaze was on Ciara. Her forehead was bruised, visible proof that she
