Chapter Nineteen

Jax's Point of View

'Who is she?' Shelby asked.

Shelby was the chief detective of New York and was also under my pay check so he protected me from any sort of criminal charges that I may face if any men are careless or tell me about any snitches that phone the cops with intentions of putting me out in business. My go to man for snitches.

But who was she?

'My fucking headache. Each and every fucking day.'

'I'll say it she's sexy.'

I glared at him.

'She's mine and mine alone. Don't even think about thinking about her in that way. She's mine and only mine.'

'Someone's possessive.'

Just as I was about to respond, I saw Nemesis walking out of the door in an orange jumpsuit.

When a guard approached her but her eyes were on me.

She went straight for the changing room to probably return the clothes.

'Nemesis.' I said walking towards the changing room.

I took my hoodie from the back of my car since she's probably freezing.

And threw it over the changing stall's door where that on top.

She grun