Big Jay

***Hazel***

“You’ve got some nerve,” Julian said, his voice low and chilling, “coming in here and thinking you can threaten me.”

His hand was still at my throat.

I grabbed his wrist instinctively, trying to pry his fingers loose, but he only tightened his grip. Pressure built fast and sharp, cutting off my breath.

“Julian—let go,” I choked.

A smile tugged at his mouth. Not amused. Not cruel. Just