Chapter Thirty Three- Loss

Jackson's POV

I shouldn't have gone to her when I got her call once I landed in Chicago. But she was so goddamn believable that I didn't think twice about it. I wasn't even there for a handful of minutes before the fate of this choice became evident and I was being guided to a car with the threat of Amara's life depending on my cooperation. I followed until coming to that secondary location, enraged to the five foot something frame accentuated by Stilettos that nearly made us the same height. And to think I defended her to Amara when she was suspicious of her motives.

Danielle.

But she wasn't the meek and bored housewife she had been the last few years. Now, she was something darker. As if the mischievous ambitions she had for me took on a life of their own and personified before me now. She was someone I considered to be trapped in a loveless marriage and I even pitied her. But as she stood before me now with only a cellphone and a grin, I saw nothing but ev