Chapter 47 Stay The Hell Away From My Wife

Jaxx’s Point Of View “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” Graham’s voice thundered across the night air like a whip crack… raw, jagged, trembling with something far beyond anger. His hand clutched the car door so tightly his knuckles turned ghost-white, as if the cold metal frame was the only thing anchoring him to the ground. I smiled. Not the kind that softened or reassured. No, this was deliberate. Slow. Mocking. A curl of lips so poisonous it might as well have been venom sliding off my tongue. Between my fingers, the cigarette burned, the ember glowing like a warning flare in the suffocating dark, smoke spiraling upwards as if the night itself bent to my presence. “Do I need your permission to be here?” My voice was measured, lazy, each word dragged out, but sharpened enough to slice through his composure. He stepped forward. His jaw locked tight, his chest rising and falling with shallow, ragged breaths. His whole body was wound tight, a spring pulled to the edge of snapping. “This is my