Jonathan Quintero was undeniably the kind of man women couldn't take their eyes off.
Lauren couldn't help but remember those foolish days when she would secretly drink from his water bottle, calling it an "indirect kiss."
Looking back now, she felt nothing but shame at how naive and ridiculous she had been.
Taking a deep breath, she lifted her chin and said firmly, "Jonathan Quintero, we both know you have no right to keep me here. I'm a free person now."
"Free?" His lips curved into a mocking smile. "Tell me, how much do you think it would cost me to make you realize otherwise?"
His words dripped with threat.
Her heart sank.
She understood instantly, he was reminding her that with just a flick of his hand, he had the power to strip away her freedom.
If he wanted, he could easily find another reason to throw her back into prison.
The thought of those dark prison days made Lauren shiver.
