Jazmine’s POV
“I’m not trying to fight you,” I voiced contradicting with the thoughts my anger had created.
“I-”
“Just get off my property,” I announced cutting him off and he got onto his feet cautiously his eyes never leaving the mouth of the pistol.
My gaze stayed on him as he moved down the driveway quickly going to his car, the level of fear his body expressed pulling a sigh from me as he drove off since I had realized that fear held more weight in this society than shown respect.