Page 34 of Blood and Ruin: The Complete Series

Noticing the change in Jax, the creep raises his hands. Taking a small step back, he coos as if trying to calm a frightened animal.

“Hey, heyy now! We… we can sharre?” He goes to reach for me, when Jax charges forward and in a flash has the creep up against the wall, his hand firmly wrapped around his throat.

“You think you can touch what’smine!Don’t even look at her, do I make myself clear?”

Jax is full beast mode, his wolf rolling under his skin, begging to be set free.

People glance over to check out the commotion but one look from Jax and they swiftly turn around, minding their own business.

Damn it! This was not the time for a shit show. My contact could be here and bolt if I don’t get this under control.

The creep gasps a reply, but Jax is holding him too tight to make out a word.

“I said, she’s fuckingmine.”He growls, sounding more beast than man, his deep voice touching the dark part of me I keep hidden.

The idiot tries to speak again but Jax tightens his hold until the guy begins to turn a shade of purple.

Fuck, if he kills this creep and he ends up being somewhat important to King’s plans, it won’t be Jax who takes the blunt edge of King’s rage. It’ll be me or Alana.

I take a step closer to him, Jax growling when I end up being closer to the creep as well.

“Jax, maybe you should let him go.”

Jax stiffens up. “Why? Did you want to spend some alone time with this piece of shit?”

“Of course, I fucking don’t. I just don’t want you to make a mess and have to see this fucker’s entrails displayed across the floor.” Jax’s smile is anything but kind, but he loses some of the tension in his shoulders.

The creep’s eyes widen seeing the deranged look in Jax’s eyes. He frantically starts pulling at Jax’s hand trying to get him to release him, but it’s as if he’s made of steel, it doesn’t budge.

He starts to gasp for air, his face turning a deeper shade of purple, his lips nearly blue, sending a bolt of panic through me. The dying creep is starting to draw the wrong kind of attention.

King’s men have taken notice and are shifting closer. I needed to put a stop to this before my contact bolted.

“Jax—

“Put the simpleton down, Jax. We don’t need to get thrown out of here this early. At least let me have a drink first.” Luka shows up sending me a wink.

Distracting me with his dark trousers and a shirt, it takes me a minute to realise, I now have two hot assholes to deal with.

I take a large gulp of my drink, hoping this clusterfuck of a night ends soon. Luka was always the voice of reason growing up.

“No.” Jax growls.

I send Luka an exasperated look, asking him to help. Luka’s eyes soften before turning a determined gaze towards Jax.

“We have bigger issues than to draw attention to us right now. Or have you forgotten about everything?” Luka carefully chooses his words, while avoiding my eyes. Looks like I wasn’t the only one up to something.

Jax sends Luka a threatening look but his hand flexes, giving the creep a moment to gasp in some precious air.

“Put the simpleton down. We are not ruining everything so you can have some fun.”

Jax hesitates, squeezing harder before growling and finally dropping the dick. The guy coughs and spews, gasping for air, his buddies edging over to help the creep up.

Just as they reach him, Jax steps forward, a crazed look in his eyes. His beast is still close to the surface.

Luka grabs his shoulder, halting his advance. “They’re not worth it, brother.”

Jax looks over at me before turning to Luka. “That so? They wanted to take a turn with her. Our fuckingmate. Said we’d have to wait until he was finished with her.”

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