STEVE POV
I looked down at how hard Freya was holding my wrist. Her fingers were digging into my skin, shaking, and the last thing I expected from her right now was to see a gaze of pity for this piece of s**t on the floor.
I looked at her face, seeing the way she was looking at Jax—one of my best men, a guy who doesn't know how to stop until I tell him to. She was pleading with me. With just a look, she was begging me to stop him from shooting Mark. After everything this ass had done to her, I looked at the shattered bottle on the floor and then back at the blood dripping down her forehead. I couldn’t believe she still had enough heart to want him to breathe.
It made my blood boil. It made me want to grab the gun from Jax and finish it myself just to teach her that some people don't
