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It’s the anniversary of her death today,” he added softly.
    “Oh! I’m so sorry,” she said.
    “It’s alright. It was a long time ago.”
    “Was she a friend?” she asked softly, walking closer to him and tilting her head upwards to stare into his eyes.
    Jake was about to lie when he realized he wanted to talk about Jessica. His chest ached with her memories, and he wanted to discuss her with someone.
    “She was actually way more than a friend.” he said, looking outside the window again, clearing his throat to soothe the ache of unshed tears clogging it.
    She stood there, not saying a word, and her hand came to rest on his forearm. Jake tensed, his whole body tingling with sensations from that simple touch. He was suddenly so glad Leona was here in his hideout with him. Whatever the future held for him, he was thankful for the company he had during this time.
    She took her hand away and walked into the kitchen, pouring two cups of coffee and bringing one to him. Her hand brushed his and Jake couldn’t believe the current that flowed through his blood stream. His cock had tightened to harden and surge in size and he wanted to pull Leona against his chest, crush her breasts and feel her body underneath his palms and lips.
    His eyes fell to Leona’s and she was already looking at his face. Their eyes locked for a mere second before she pulled hers away and walked over to the couch, lifting the remote to switch on the TV. Jake walked swiftly to the sofa and took the remote from her hand, switching to HBO before she decided to watch the news.
    “Guess I’m making breakfast then?” she asked, chuckling softly and getting up.
    “Seems like you are,” he replied casually, and gave her a wide, cheeky smile that made her laugh.
    Leona was halfway into the kitchen when Jake heard the unmistakable sound of a helicopter slicing the air. He jumped over the back of the couch and reached his bedroom, sliding his hand under the mattress to grab his gun. He walked out and Leona had a smile on her face. “There’s a chopper outside. Maybe I could wave or...” she stopped abruptly, her eyes on the gun in his hand. “What happened?” she asked in a little voice, her eyes wide.
    Jake grabbed her arm, pulling her through the back door in the kitchen. Cold, biting wind hit Leona and she shivered, her teeth chattering and her heart beating insanely. He kept looking skyward, the gun in hand while his fingers dug into her flesh.
    “What are you doing? You crazy freak!” Leona screamed at the top of her lungs, but Jake didn’t hear her, he was too concerned with keeping her safe.
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
    If the chopper was here to take him back to prison, there was going to be shooting, and he didn’t want Leona to die. If anything happened to her it would be his fault, and then he couldn’t even plead innocence to himself.
    He pushed her down into the bushes and she stared back at him with angry, wild eyes. “Stay down!" Jake screamed to be heard over the sound of the chopper, and she was about to give him a scathing reply when her teeth began to chatter uncontrollably.
    Jake went back into the house, taking cover behind the wall as he peeped through the wide, high windows. The chopper swayed, circling the perimeter of the house, and Jake finally saw who was inside. He could see three skiers, all decked out in full ski-gear. His breath came out in a rush and he felt lightheaded, all the adrenaline in his bloodstream going to waste.
    He stood there for several seconds trying to catch his breath and his gaze fell on the gun in his hand. Where had life landed him? He was prepared to shoot down innocent people as long as they didn’t take him back to the hell of prison. He pushed the gun under the couch and grabbed a blanket as he ran towards the back door.
    He found Leona huddled under the buses, her teeth chattering and her nose red from the cold. Jake ran towards her, his heart clenching painfully at the look on her