JAXSON.
The second I ripped that bastard off her, I didn’t see a club anymore. I only saw red.
Her shirt was half off. Her shorts are loose. His f*****g hands are all over her.
I pulled her top up, covering her, then pulled her shorts back into place. My blood was boiling, fists shaking with how bad I wanted to kill him. But before I could open my mouth, the guy came at me swinging.
His fist cracked against my jaw. My head snapped back. The room spun for a half second.
Tessa’s voice cut through, sharp and furious. “Jaxson, stop it! Leave it alone—you’re making a scene!”
Scene? My girl was against the wall with this fucker’s hands on her and she thought I gave a s**t about a scene?
I turned back to the bastard, rage pulsing through my veins. My fist connected with his face once, twic
