CHAPTER ELEVEN
TRAVIS
The door snaps closed, and I’m so livid that she’s going out with Jason that I slam my fist into the wall. My knuckles c***k as it breaks through the sheetrock. The deep indentation of a fist is undeniable. I shake out my hand and that’s when I notice my broken skin. What the f**k is wrong with me? I’ve never had a woman make me lose control like that, and to know Viola Fisher is the reason pisses me off beyond belief.
The swelling and bruising start to set in, but I can barely feel the pain. I walk into the kitchen and take two shots, angry for allowing my emotions to get the best of me. After a few deep breaths, I take another one and wait as the tequila courses through my veins. I’m beginning to think more clearly, other than the building tension inside my body
