Jaxx’s Point Of View
The whiskey glass was heavy in my hand. Heavier than it should have been. Or maybe it wasn’t the glass at all… it was me. My chest. My damn heart. Beating too fast, like it was trying to climb its way out of my ribs.
The suite was dark except for the city lights bleeding through the wide windows. Neon bleeding against the polished floor, pulsing in the silence. I’d told myself I wanted quiet tonight. No noise. No company. No women. Just the bottle. Just the burn.
But the quiet was louder than a riot.
I tossed the glass back, let the liquid scorch my throat, and still, it wasn’t enough to drown her out.
Her.
Elena.
I cursed, dragging a hand down my face, pressing hard until I saw stars behind my eyelids. Weeks. Weeks had passed since that night, since I’d seen he
