Axel’s POV
“And what the f**k was that for?” I growled, slamming my fist on the table as I stood up, shooting a glare at Brittany.
The b***h was definitely getting on my last nerve.
“Oh, come on,” she said, leaning against the edge of the nearest table with a smug little smile that made my blood boil. “I wasn’t saying anything new. You and I… no. We all know she’s just your booty call.”
“Say that again,” Brian snarled, pushing his chair back with a screech. His claws shot out, sharp and glinting under the fluorescent lights. “And I’ll forget you’re a girl and hit you like the b***h that you are.”
Her confidence faltered for a split second—just a split second—but then her smirk came back, wider, meaner. “Ooh, scary. The big bad wolf’s got claws. What are you gonna do, Brian? Hurt me
