The club is full now. Melodie sees Dale and Brendan, her eyes glancing at Jax.
"What the hell did you do?" She sees the big bruise around Brendan's eye.
"Less than I wanted to do, Melodie. Just a reminder that you're mine."
She laughs, stepping back from him, her back hitting the wall. "I'm not yours, Jax, let's be honest. You will go right back to refusing to f**k me and fighting me. I'm no one's, and certainly not yours."
Jax moves, his body pinning hers against the wall.
"While I am here, you're mine. If you think we can do this, then I walk away, and you will be fine then we will. Right now, Melodie, you are mine, and if another guy so much as looks at you like he is imagining you naked, I will rip his head off." Jax pushes against her, his mouth pressing against hers.
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