It. Can’t. Be! As my eyes find the one man who’s not supposed to be staring at me.

What are the odds? One in a million?

Strike three, Raven.

You’re out.

Chapter Nineteen

JETT

If I was in a foul mood the last four days, staring at Raven with a smiling Andrew has me seeing red.

Red.

For a second I glare, my nostrils flaring, confirming that this is indeed my Lolita.

In this bar.

Alone.

What the hell? I’ll give her this; she’s got balls. Anyone with any sense would run, but not Raven.

No, she stands, shoulders back, cherry-stained lips parted, eyes like giant sapphire gems as she stares at everyone but me.

Yeah, you can try to ignore me, but you’re fucked, Raven. I almost throw my head back and laugh at how the universe has decided to play with me.

I’ve spent days white knuckling my urge to go to her, like a boozer craving a drink. I’ve avoided her like the plague, upping my workouts, jerking off in the shower, fucking avoiding my fiancée because of this piece of poison.

And here we are.

My eyes dip to her delicate neck, focusing on her rapid pulse that’s pounding just under her jaw.

There’s only one reason for her to be here. She’s here to get fucked. For her to have the bad luck of picking Andrew, one of the few people I call a friend, is her own karma slapping her in the face.

I don’t know why I’m so surprised. Clearly, she has more of Rachel in her than I thought.

Like mother, like daughter.

My eyes take in her full tits, showcased magnificently in her tight red dress as she tries to breathe.

“Cher. Sit, I promise we don’t bite.” Andrew flashes her a grin.

My fists clench. Though I remind myself this is not Andrew’s fault if he thinks he can touch my Lolita…

I stand, and she takes a step back, almost bumping into a group behind us as I reach for her arm, causing her to gasp.

“Then again, maybe we do.”

“I have to meet someone,” she blurts out, her big eyes aimed at Andrew and Jax as if they can save her.

No one can save her now. I rarely, if ever, lose control, but tonight? This? I’m done.

“Don’t listen to Jett. He’s become a jaded man.” Andrew smirks and motions for Jax to move.

I hold up my hand, stopping Jax from getting out.

“She can sit here. I’m not staying long.” I smile as our eyes connect.

She must see I’m barely holding back my temper because she wisely slides in, setting her drink down in front of her. I slide in next to her and place my arm behind her, resting it on the booth.