Chapter 37 Walking On A Tightrope

• Jackson balled his fists and looked to where Dylan stood with Micah and a few other warriors.
• They all turned to look in his direction as he stood on the patio and then immediately lowered their gazes.
• But he could feel their disgust, even if it was laced with a bit of fear. If he had come to sort out the mess the rogue had caused instead of fucking Layla on the conference table, this wouldn’t have been happening. He wouldn’t have threatened Dylan like that, either. He knew it was only the fact that he’d still been buried inside Layla and holding her against him that had stopped him from ripping his friend’s throat out.