AmazonHe’s brutal and battered. The meanest fighter in the city.
And I’m begging him to teach me how to fight.
The first time I step foot in Jax Sutherland’s gym, he stares like I’m some badly lost tourist. All around, men are beating each other to a pulp, and I wince with every smack and grunt.
Maybe I am lost. Coming here is definitely the craziest thing I’ve ever done, and I’m so out of place it hurts. I’m a cuddler, not a fighter, and I can’t even watch scary movies. This is nuts.
But I’m desperate. Someone’s been following me through the city, leaving threatening notes, and I’m so tired of feeling afraid. Feeling vulnerable.
I need to learn to defend myself, and for that I need Jax.
At first, he laughs. Then he scowls.
Then he drags my flushed body to the mat.