Alpha Jax
“C’mon, Quinn… don’t you wanna party?”
Tony reaches out to touch my waist and I jump back, recoiling from his touch.
“What the fuck? No, I don’t want to party with you.”
“C’mon,” Tony urges, advancing on me again. I take another shaky step back, trying to stay out of his reach. “Kyla isn’t even here…” he coos, brushing the backs of his fingers along my arm.
“Exactly,” I say through gritted teeth. “Kyla, your girlfriend, my close friend. Have you lost your damn mind?”