Trapped in a cramped old cupboard with an enemy, that's how you feel now. You were trapped in a cramped cupboard with Jaxon. You don't know how he got chased by a group of gangsters and then pulled you to run with him so you could be here. There was no distance between you so your bodies were pressed against each other, you saw that there was a wound at the corner of his lips, it was clear that it was a wound from someone's fist.

He looked at you while covering your mouth with his palm just in case you didn't scream. You looked at him in annoyance with furrowed brows. He noticed your annoyance and still covered your mouth with his palm, a small smirk etched on his lips.

"I know you are confused and annoyed with me, you can scold me later. For now, just keep quiet." He whispered in your ear with his deep voice.