Chapter Seven
Kamea
A loud sound startles me awake and I jolt, my head hitting Jax’s jaw.
“Motherfucker!” He quickly stands and grabs his chin. “Is your head made of steel?”
I rub my head and sit up straighter on the couch, realizing the sound must have been the door slamming. Knox stands just inside the apartment, looking at the two of us as though he’s about to set fire to the place. It reads a lot like jealousy, but I have to be misreading that.
“Sorry, I’m not the one who slammed the door,” I tell Jax.
Jax follows my vision to Knox. “What the f**k, man?”
“It slipped. I didn’t think you two would be up already.”
Jax cracks his neck. I can’t deny he’s attractive. He’s got the bad boy vibe going on, with the tattoos and the cocky attitude that could make the most devoted church la
