There's a fire that burns hotter than normal; a fire that travels from fingertips to skin, lips on lips, lips on skin, bare skin on bare skin. 

Everything comes with a price and the price of love must also have it's weights in gold.

But how long and how far will a man go to own a woman that clouds his mind, and his heart. Jason has never been told no before and he'll do anything even hold the heavens up and freeze hell over just to keep his fire close to his cold heart.

A clash between a fiery personality and ice cold one is bound to produce steamy romance.

Guns and Love

He stroked my hair with his bloody hands.

"The clothes?" Jason asked Pérez.

"Go shower" he pushed me gently towards the bathroom door.

I showered and opened the leather bag. A white shirt, a black muffler and a black pencil skirt were neatly folded and tucked inside.

With a helpless sigh I put them on, I blow-dried my hair and brushed my wavy hair to perfection.

I opened the door of the bathroom and Velda passed me two three inches heel.

"Is that necessary? Sandals are more comfortable"

I rolled my eyes and put on the heels, I wobbled and cursed fate.

"Stop complaining and get to work" Velda slapped my butt playfully.

"Hey" I grumbled and covered my behind with my hands, I was gracefully given the backside at least that was what I was told, it always looked small to my eyes.

Chapter 39