Nixx
I had not watched JJ’s house in four nights.
The first night, I told myself Millie mattered more.
By the fourth, I had stopped pretending that was the only reason.
Watching JJ perform for Havoc made something violent crawl beneath my skin. I knew the smiles were rehearsed and the affection was survival, but knowledge did not make it easier to see his hand on her neck or her body leaning into his because he expected it.
So I stayed away.
I missed seeing her. Missed the small movements she made when she thought no one was watching, the way she curled into the corner of the couch, the light from her bedroom cutting through the curtains. Missing her was easier than watching Havoc touch her and doing nothing.
I worked the route instead.
Benny and I had narrowed the movement around
