Paxton’s POV
I went straight to the club after that stupid fight. My shirt was still dirty from the ground. My jaw hurt a little, but I didn’t show it.My men were behind me, talking too loud, laughing too loud, like they had won some big war. I didn’t want to hear it.
I was still filled with so much anger and jealousy.
I hated that too. It made me feel weak. Why do I feel like this? Why does she matter? I kept asking myself the same question, but my brain wasn’t giving me anything good in return.
We stepped into the club. The lights were dim. Loud music hit my ears. I walked inside with a straight face, ignoring the girls who tried to look my way.
My men found a booth and sat. I followed them even though my head wasn’t there. My mind was still replaying everything that happened.
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