Not love

Those words did it. Neil froze in the process of shooting another man. He turned slowly towards the direction where Mia stood, with Owen holding her at gunpoint. His blue eyes savagely dared Neil to take another step, promising he would shoot Mia. Neil felt his blood run cold at the sight. He immediately tried to move forward to attack Owen, but Owen fastened the gun's chamber and said,

"If I were you, I'd think twice. I am not like you; I won't hesitate to shoot Mia to her death and then kill you. Tsk, you better drop that gun right this instant if you want to keep her alive." He warned, meaning every single word he spoke as he used the tip of the gun to stroke Mia's neck and leaned down to sniff her hair that still held the sweet scent of her signature Jasmine fragrance that Owen always liked and would dream of basking in at night. He pressed his lips on her neck and felt Mia stiffen and shiver in his arms. And he mistook her shivering for pleasure.