(Casey's POV)
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"Ramon…" Jace muttered as he slowly climbed to his feet. "It's all been fun and games, but you don't wanna do that."
"Oh… you think?" Ramon scoffed as he pressed the blade harder to my throat while holding me tight against his body. The neck of my hoodie was tight against mine, and I was finding it difficult to breathe.
"We were only here to talk to you, that's all," Jace told him.
"Talk? Did the last few minutes feel like a conversation to you? Because guess what, I didn't see it as one!"
"Ramon…"
"Please…" I begged as he kept pulling the hoodie against my neck.
"Shut up, bitch!" He screamed, "You're all the same! You think you can waltz in here and do what you want with us just because you have money!"
"Ramon!" Jace cried, "You're killing her, take it easy on the hoodie, please."
