LIAM
I held Jett up by his throat, seeing nothing but red. How dare he try to hurt Azalea on my territory? Gavin was pushing for control, wanting to rip his throat out.
“Who sent you?” I shouted. I wanted answers, and I wanted them now.
“Please,” he gasped, trying to pry my fingers from his throat. “My mate!”
“She isn’t your mate!” I yelled.
“Sir, we are attracting a crowd,” Azeron said, standing. Jett had given him a hell of a fight but Azeron kept him away from Azalea, which was the important part.
“Please,” Jett gasped again.
“Where is my mate?” I demanded.
“She’s right here,” I heard Langston say. “She and Emma are just fine. Just a sprained ankle.”
“I fell, Liam. I’m okay,” I heard Azalea’s voice behind me.
“I want answers,” I directed at Jett.
“Let him give them to
