Chapter 129

• JACKSON
• “You should die. You stole everything that’s mine,” he grits out, his teeth bared in a cold smirk and I have no fucking idea what he’s talking about but I don’t care. “I’m taking what I deserve. Your house. Your business. Your girl. It should have been mine. All of it.” His eyes are bloodshot, crazy looking.
• My fist connects with his face three times. Blood sputters from a busted lip before he shoves me backward, leveraging the wall behind him and pushing me off balance.