Blake POV
Sitting, I look at the lifeless body. There was no way we were letting him live after what he did. Especially not after he admitted to it and used it to taunt Dhalia.
"He seems different," Chase's words are barely a whisper, and I look towards him. "Jax, he's different."
He's not wrong. Jax held back in a way we had never seen before. He loses it quickly, but today, he held it back for a long time. Then, he stopped, just like that, which he's never done.
"Do you think he loves her?" Chase's words shock me.
"What?" Why the f**k would he ask that?
"He stopped. Any time we tried, it made no difference. Then there she is, saying a few words, and he stops." Chase mutters and washes his hands. He's jealous.
"You're jealous of Dhalia?" I almost laugh.
"Not jealous, I just don't
