Emily Pov

　　"What do you want with me? Why am I here?" I shoot the questions with a trembling voice. Jimmy lets out a laugh and runs his rough fingers over my face; I dodge his touch for a few seconds, but it's not far enough. Against my reflexes, Jimmy holds my chin firmly, and his disdainful smile disappears completely.

　　"Don't pretend you don't like my touch, Emily. We both know how much you liked it before you joined my useless nephew," Jimmy shoots back ...