This Means War (Selene)(COMPLETED) 2 ✔️
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Book #2 in The Fire series
SELENE BLAZE
"You've got the wrong girl." I say as I continue to take a step backward. He stepped forward not letting me get away.
"I know her you've seen her, so you're gonna tell her something for me." Jaxon says taking an extra step forward and I immediately step backward again. I can't let him get close to me. It's been years, but for some reason, he still scared the hell out of me.
"What if I say no? What if I don't tell her?" I ask as I let out a shaky breath.
"Oh, you're going to tell her." Jaxon says taking another step forward as I take one back, but my back meets a wall. "You tell her, that if I ever see her again, I'll kill her."
"What did she ever do to you?" I growl, suddenly thankful for the wig on my head, covering my real hair.
"She lived." Jaxon hisses and I knew what he was talking about. He wishes my sister had survived instead of me. Well, he can just join the club, he's not the only one. I swallow as he leans closer. "Do you think she'll understand?" I slowly nod.
"She'll understand." I say.
"Good." He smiles leaning back. "Also tell her to stay away from the strip. She doesn't deserve to race."
"She'll never agree to that." I blurt out. It was the truth, I would never agree to that.
"I guess you better find a way to convince her." Jaxon says. "Or your heads on the line."
"Is there a problem here?" Wesley asks coming towards us.
"No." Jaxon smiles before patting my shoulder roughly. "Besides, I was just leaving." He walks away leaving me alone with Wesley.
"Are you okay?" He asks and I look at him. I scoff and walk away. I may be afraid of Jaxon, but Wesley doesn't scare me. And after everything that's happened, I hated Wesley.
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