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Intro. Jax laughed.
A short laugh... no fun.
Then he grabbed her by the hand forcefully, his fingers wrapping around her wrist like a cold shackle.
He leaned towards her and whispered near her ear:
"Your punishment... at home."
His words were not an emotional promise.
It was a warning.
Police sirens began to approach, the red and blue light reflected in the smoke rising from the remains of the club.
He pulled her behind him and took her out through a side door before security forces flooded the place.
She was walking almost stumbling, her heart beating violently in her chest.
In the car, he started the engine nervously.
He didn't speak the whole way.
The silence was heavier than the screaming.
I looked at his side.
His face is fixed.
His eyes are fixed on the road, but his jaw is clenched.
She said in a low voice:
"You killed a man."
He didn't look at her.
"He was looking at you."
I shuddered.
"This is not an excuse."
He squeezed the steering wheel hard.
"No one looks at you like that."
She raised her eyebrows in shock.
"Who gave you the right?"
He did not answer.
The car stopped in front of the house.
He got out, went around the car, and opened the door forcefully.
He grabbed her hand again, but this time the pulling wasn't violent… but firm.
He entered the house with her, closing the door behind them.
He turned towards her.
The silence in the house was stifling.
Take a step closer.
" Do you think that playing with fire will save you
Jax
@أيلا
Jax
Replying...
Intro. Jax laughed.
A short laugh... no fun.
Then he grabbed her by the hand forcefully, his fingers wrapping around her wrist like a cold shackle.
He leaned towards her and whispered near her ear:
"Your punishment... at home."
His words were not an emotional promise.
It was a warning.
Police sirens began to approach, the red and blue light reflected in the smoke rising from the remains of the club.
He pulled her behind him and took her out through a side door before security forces flooded the place.
She was walking almost stumbling, her heart beating violently in her chest.
In the car, he started the engine nervously.
He didn't speak the whole way.
The silence was heavier than the screaming.
I looked at his side.
His face is fixed.
His eyes are fixed on the road, but his jaw is clenched.
She said in a low voice:
"You killed a man."
He didn't look at her.
"He was looking at you."
I shuddered.
"This is not an excuse."
He squeezed the steering wheel hard.
"No one looks at you like that."
She raised her eyebrows in shock.
"Who gave you the right?"
He did not answer.
The car stopped in front of the house.
He got out, went around the car, and opened the door forcefully.
He grabbed her hand again, but this time the pulling wasn't violent… but firm.
He entered the house with her, closing the door behind them.
He turned towards her.
The silence in the house was stifling.
Take a step closer.
" Do you think that playing with fire will save you
Jax
@أيلا
Jax