Chapter 80

When she turned to look at Jake, he looked like he just saw a ghost. Wait—wasn't this Alexander's girlfriend? After what had happened before, Jake was convinced Clara was with Alexander, and now he felt like he'd just poked a hornet's nest. "Hey, sweetheart, why don't you come with me? You're easy on the eyes. Play nice, and I might go easy on—" Bang! Before the thug could finish, Jake stormed over and punched him in the face. "You got a death wish or something? What kind of crap are you spouting?" Jake barked, fury written all over his face. His back was already soaked in sweat. He still remembered how Alexander once told someone he'd break their arm—and actually did it the next day. The guy was ruthless, not someone Jake could afford to offend. And now, the thought of losing his own arm had him ready to pass out. The thug looked at him, stunned and wronged. Wasn't this what Jake asked him to do? "Sorry, Miss, major mistake on our part. Totally our bad..." Jake mumbled, grabbing his g