C17 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Jack could tell I was serious with the facial expression I had on. But he wasn't just about giving up or allow me to kill him, without a fight.

His lips curled into a smirk, "I'm sorry princess but I can't grant that wish of yours." He brings out his gun from his trouser waistline, and shot at me. I had to do a backflip so I could dodge the bullet.

There was a drawer not so far away from me