Liam's POV
I stumbled backward, nearly tripping over my own feet in my haste to comply. Jackson herded me back to the living room, where he pushed me down onto the couch.
"Things would have gone smoothly between us, you know," he said, settling back into his chair but keeping the gun trained on me. "Until you decided to be a greedy, controlling bastard."
Something inside me snapped. Maybe it was the alcohol still coursing through my system, or maybe it was just the accumulation of everything that had gone wrong in my life, but I found myself raising my voice at him.
"I told you to stay away from Diane!" I shouted, the words pouring out of me in a torrent. "I specifically said to back off after that farmers market incident! You decided to do whatever you wanted, and now the police are looking for you. How is that my fault?"
Jackson's eyes narrowed dangerously, but I was too worked up to stop.
