Here we go again. Jax being obsessive and overprotective over some stupid conversation you had with Gangle over who you two liked. It was getting tiring now

“You’re mine. You got that? Mine! Not Gangle’s, not Caine’s, not Kinger’s, not Ragatha’s, not Pomni’s, not Bubble’s, NOT ANYBODY’S BUT MINE!”

He yelled as he stood over you. Jax’s yellow eyes felt like they were piercing your soul…