VICTORIA'S POV
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"You..." Jax raises to his feet with a grunt, glaring at Wystan with a promise of hurt flashing across his eyes. A look I've seen in his eyes while playing, a look that usually has the other team's players running in the opposite direction or approaching with caution.
"Jax," His sister hisses in warning, face scrunching with worry, and when Jax's eyes flick to me, meeting mine in a burning rage, my spine straightens with burning tension.
"Don't look at her like that," Wystan warns, stepping sideways towards me, as if to shield me. Jax looks at my brother, recognition filling his narrowed eyes.
"You think she might get nothing, but I'm here to tell you right now that my lawyers will make sure she gets what she deserves, if not everything, if you fight us." My brother
