Chapter Two
Jackson Alcede shifted from the balls of his feet to his heels as a powerful right hook sailed within an inch of his nose.
The punch connected.
Not with Jackson's nose. He wasn't the intended target.
The receiver tumbled back and Jackson grabbed the man's large biceps, locking them behind his back to keep him from retaliating. Blood dripped from the man's now crooked nose and onto Jackson's cuffs.
Jackson growled under his breath. It was his favorite shirt, and he was due for dinner tonight at his parents' house. He wouldn't have time to go home and change. His mother would take one look at the blood and fret.
Not over the danger that came with his job.
No, Karyn Alcede knew all of her cubs could handle themselves in a brawl. She would fret over the fact that Jackson liv
