Chapter 192 Yes, Jax

• It was late when Jax walked out of the ensuite naked after a shower. Layla was on the bed, facing the wall, pretending to sleep. He’d never felt more like a dick than he did from the moment they’d got home. His heart was wounded, and he was taking it out on the woman he loved.
• Childish. It was so fucking childish, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself.
• And those fucking bastards. What gave them the right to touch his mate? What made them think it was okay? He’d had to sit through the rest of the meeting with them even though he’d wanted to rip their limbs off. Gauge their eyes out. Rip those tongues out that dared to speak to Layla like he wasn’t in the room.