Nothing You Could Say Would Stop Me From Having Her

Graham's Point Of View   “Hey, big brother.”   I froze.   Everything around me faded… Lillian’s humming from the changing room, the boutique clerk’s fake laughter, even the obnoxious background music playing through hidden speakers. All I could hear was that voice. Deep, smooth, laced with mockery and venom.   Jaxx.   The bastard.   That voice hadn’t changed. If anything, it had thickened with more confidence, more edge. Like time had only sharpened the blade he'd always been. And that smirk… Christ. That damn smirk.   I felt my throat tighten as my eyes locked onto his. He stopped a few feet in front of me, sunglasses hanging from his fingers, those inked arms crossed loosely like he didn’t just set my nerves on fire by simply breathing in the same space.   “What the hell are you doing here?” I managed, though my voice came out like a low growl, coated in suspicion.   Jaxx tilted his head, mock innocence on full display. “Aw, that’s no way to greet family, is it? Don’t tell me you’re