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causal glance over her handiwork. Her targets had joined their friend, writhing, crying, and bleeding at her feet.
“Clean this up, will you?” she said, heels clicking on the tile floor as she headed for the stairs.
“Where are you going?” he called, jogging after her.
She spun around and pointed a finger in his face, speaking barely over the music. “Do not follow me. You’ve already screwed up enough of my life.”
Yowza. Harsh. The burn of guilt lit up his solar plexus. Don’t let it show. “Your pizza’s getting cold,” he said and grinned.
She huffed out a breath and circled back toward the stairs. “Stop following me, Jaxon. I’m not helping you.”
Keep dreaming, honey. “What did Keon James say to you?”
His words brought her up short on the bottom step. She seemed to think about it for a moment, then glanced over her shoulder at him. “I’m not sure.”
What the hell did that mean? He leaned closer, making sure she heard him. “That was him in that room with you, right? What did he say?”
She started climbing again. “Don’t worry about it.”
Jax went after her, ignoring her stint of complaints about him tagging along. Two young women dressed in sequins and not much else came down the stairs, slowing to smile at him.
“Hey,” one of them said.
He smiled and nodded back. “Ladies.”
Giggling ensued. Ruby stomped back down a stair and smacked him on the shoulder. “Pay attention here.”
“What?” he said, warming to the fact she was jealous and hated him paying attention to anyone else. “You told me to get lost.”
Sequins 1 and 2 continued on, shooting him ‘come-find-us’ looks over their shoulders as they descended to the dance floor.
Ruby was on the step above him, which, thanks to her heels, brought her eye-to-eye with him when he stopped gawking at the sequin sisters and turned to face her.
“You’re pathetic,” she said over the music.
“And you’re jealous.”
Outrage fired in her eyes. She started to spit some of that at him, but bit her bottom lip instead. Then she turned on her heel and jogged up the stairs, skirting other club goers.
Jax stood, watching her hips sway under the slinky dress as she hustled away from him. Since when did Ruby not have a comeback?
More people were coming and going, creating a traffic jam on the stairs. Over the side of the railing, he saw a couple of security guys escorting the three fuckers he and Ruby had leveled out the backdoor of the club. The kid with the bloody nose was yelling and swinging a finger in his direction. He gave the kid a salute. Lucky you didn’t end up with more than a broken nose.
If he’d had his way, all three of them would be in the hospital.
Whoa, buddy. Take it down a notch.
As Beatrice kept reminding him, he couldn’t let his anger management issues cause problems for SFI.
Managing his anger was the least of his worries at the moment, and really, since the source of his immediate anger was hightailing it away from him straight into a clusterfuck of trouble, what choice did he have but to go after her?
Taking the stairs two at a time, he caught sight of her dress in the crowd on the terrace overlooking the dance floor.
I should have gone after Deuce myself instead of hanging back to watch Ruby’s six.
When that stupid kid had touched her, all of Jax’s instincts had gone ballistic. Talk about anger flooding his system and making him see red. Ruby could take care of herself; she’d proven that. But something inside him drove him to protect her anyway. That caveman in him—that’s what she’d called him when she’d dressed him down in front of the Justice Department the day he’d given his testimony against Elliot.
Yeah, he was jealous of the bastard. So what? Elliot had been Ruby’s partner for five years. Five years of being with her day in and day out, learning her secrets, sharing her life. They might not have ever done the nasty, but Jax knew Elliot had tried. That he
“Clean this up, will you?” she said, heels clicking on the tile floor as she headed for the stairs.
“Where are you going?” he called, jogging after her.
She spun around and pointed a finger in his face, speaking barely over the music. “Do not follow me. You’ve already screwed up enough of my life.”
Yowza. Harsh. The burn of guilt lit up his solar plexus. Don’t let it show. “Your pizza’s getting cold,” he said and grinned.
She huffed out a breath and circled back toward the stairs. “Stop following me, Jaxon. I’m not helping you.”
Keep dreaming, honey. “What did Keon James say to you?”
His words brought her up short on the bottom step. She seemed to think about it for a moment, then glanced over her shoulder at him. “I’m not sure.”
What the hell did that mean? He leaned closer, making sure she heard him. “That was him in that room with you, right? What did he say?”
She started climbing again. “Don’t worry about it.”
Jax went after her, ignoring her stint of complaints about him tagging along. Two young women dressed in sequins and not much else came down the stairs, slowing to smile at him.
“Hey,” one of them said.
He smiled and nodded back. “Ladies.”
Giggling ensued. Ruby stomped back down a stair and smacked him on the shoulder. “Pay attention here.”
“What?” he said, warming to the fact she was jealous and hated him paying attention to anyone else. “You told me to get lost.”
Sequins 1 and 2 continued on, shooting him ‘come-find-us’ looks over their shoulders as they descended to the dance floor.
Ruby was on the step above him, which, thanks to her heels, brought her eye-to-eye with him when he stopped gawking at the sequin sisters and turned to face her.
“You’re pathetic,” she said over the music.
“And you’re jealous.”
Outrage fired in her eyes. She started to spit some of that at him, but bit her bottom lip instead. Then she turned on her heel and jogged up the stairs, skirting other club goers.
Jax stood, watching her hips sway under the slinky dress as she hustled away from him. Since when did Ruby not have a comeback?
More people were coming and going, creating a traffic jam on the stairs. Over the side of the railing, he saw a couple of security guys escorting the three fuckers he and Ruby had leveled out the backdoor of the club. The kid with the bloody nose was yelling and swinging a finger in his direction. He gave the kid a salute. Lucky you didn’t end up with more than a broken nose.
If he’d had his way, all three of them would be in the hospital.
Whoa, buddy. Take it down a notch.
As Beatrice kept reminding him, he couldn’t let his anger management issues cause problems for SFI.
Managing his anger was the least of his worries at the moment, and really, since the source of his immediate anger was hightailing it away from him straight into a clusterfuck of trouble, what choice did he have but to go after her?
Taking the stairs two at a time, he caught sight of her dress in the crowd on the terrace overlooking the dance floor.
I should have gone after Deuce myself instead of hanging back to watch Ruby’s six.
When that stupid kid had touched her, all of Jax’s instincts had gone ballistic. Talk about anger flooding his system and making him see red. Ruby could take care of herself; she’d proven that. But something inside him drove him to protect her anyway. That caveman in him—that’s what she’d called him when she’d dressed him down in front of the Justice Department the day he’d given his testimony against Elliot.
Yeah, he was jealous of the bastard. So what? Elliot had been Ruby’s partner for five years. Five years of being with her day in and day out, learning her secrets, sharing her life. They might not have ever done the nasty, but Jax knew Elliot had tried. That he
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