Prologue
Pretty sure that was her first real kiss. I mean, the whole tent bullshit didn’t count—hell, I was the dumbass who scared her as some stupid prank to begin with. But when I crawled into her tent after… I couldn’t make myself leave. Just sat there at her feet like a goddamn lost dog. I fucking froze when she whispered, “Stay.”
“Sleep,” I told her, but I just lay there watching—how her eyelashes fluttered, the way her breath hitched, lips moving like she murmured secrets to someone in her dreams.
Jax almost caught me at dawn. “Dude, you were with Rask all night?”
I lied through my teeth, “Chill, just checking on her after the scare. Making sure she didn’t piss herself.” Weak fucking excuse.
His voice snaps me back to now.
Nikki Vega—moving like a drunk giraffe—just drenched him in fucking soup. Jax, of course, loses his shit. Dude woke up pissed today, and now he’s standing there drenched in fucking soup like a pathetic cafeteria joke.
I watch him cycle through the stages in his head:
1. Shock (The fuck?).
2. Rage (I’ll skin her alive).
3. That scary-ass calm (No. I’ll make her beg for death).
Swift, dumb fuck that he is, couldn’t keep his trap shut. His “crush” joke was so predictable I mentally checked a box: Four-eyes goes for the dumbest possible reply—again.
I braced for impact. That idiot just signed his own death warrant. Jax doesn’t take disrespect—not from anyone, especially not some twerp he already wants to gut. And now this public humiliation?
Jax goes corpse-white. Saw the killswitch flip behind his eyes. If Mrs. Kowalski hadn’t been standing right there, he would’ve rearranged Swift’s face on the spot.
But nah, poor little Swift wasn’t getting off that easy. Jax was gonna handle this like a man.
Wow! Impressive chapter! Great work and I just love your style! So raw and direct! Awesome!