MEGHAN
I marched out of our apartment, Liam quickly in my trail.
“He’s not gonna change his mind, Meg,” he said. “It’s useless”.
“Oh, I know” I growled. “But I’m giving him a piece of my mind nevertheless”.
I wasn’t a woman particularly prone to anger: I was not like my father, who tended to go crazy and in full Hulk mode whenever something came up. I was always the calm one, the one who thought before doing something, the one who tried mediating and talking before resorting to anger and fists.
At that moment, though, there was not a single trace of that woman in me: I was more than angry – and I was definitely ready to throw my hands around.
What the f**k was Alec thinking? Bringing Jackson into our pack house – just a few minutes away from my children and me? In the same place
