Jace

The irony almost made me laugh. We weren’t a couple at all. We were blackmailer and victim, predator and prey. But I couldn’t say that.

She didn’t just threaten me—she nagged about everything. Every little thing became a battle. I was growing increasingly frustrated; my patience wearing thin each day.

I’d already sent people to search her apartment for the videos, had them tear the place apart looking for any trace of that footage. But they’d found nothing. She was smarter ...