He opened one eye. “What the f**k are you doing?”
I froze with his phone in my hand, the screen still bright. My heart slammed against my ribs. Jax sat up slowly, his eyes narrowing at me. He reached out fast, trying to grab the phone back. “Give it here, bitch.”
That was the moment everything snapped. He had lied. He never planned to delete anything. I could see it in his face. All those hours, the way he used me, it was just a game to him. My fingers brushed the nightstand beside the bed. A heavy glass ashtray sat there, full of cigarette butts. I didn’t think. I just grabbed it.
I swung hard as he lunged. The ashtray connected with the side of his head with a sickening thud. Glass cracked. Cigarette ash flew everywhere. Jax let out a sharp grunt and clutched his head, blood already t
