Jax's P.O.V.
I watch Sam leave, her back straight, shoulders tense. The damn words she’d shot back at me echo in my head. “None of your business.” Like that’s what it really was.
I want to snap at her, demand she see things my way, but I don’t. Not right now. She’s got enough going on without me dragging her into whatever the hell is happening between us.
But when she steps out, Isabella’s voice cuts through the silence like a knife. “At least Sam knows what she wants, unlike other people around here who are confused as f**k!”
My jaw clenches. I don’t know why, but I can feel the heat in my chest rise. I’m not sure what it is. Maybe I’m pissed she’s right. Maybe I’m pissed that she’s talking like that about Sam. Or maybe it’s because it feels like everything’s slipping out of my contro
