Nixx
I had spent most of the day watching JJ through a screen.
The camera showed exactly what I had installed it to show: her station, the doorway, the tattoo table, and anyone who entered her room believing privacy gave them permission to cross a line.
I don’t know what I had expected, I just know I had not expected Havoc.
The moment he closed the door, something hot and irrational had taken hold of me. JJ had smiled at him. Kissed him back. Turned around when he told her to. From the angle of the camera, nothing about her initial cooperation looked forced.
For several ugly seconds, I had been angry with her.
My reaction made no logical sense. Havoc was her husband. Married people had s*x. JJ did not owe me anything simply because I watched her, left her gifts, or spent more time th
