Chapter 39

Marc squirmed on the bed, twisting to and fro, attempting to set himself free. His private parts jingled, and he groaned in an uncomfortable tone. The guy huffed on the bed, snorted, and exemplified that he was pissed, half-crazy because of the position he was in.

Just as Jax was closing in on the bed, the apartment’s door opened, and Auggie entered. Auggie was a quick walker when he wanted to be and rushed to the bedroom. Upon seeing Jax inside the room, he beamed a smile.

“Do you like my work in progress? Tell me this is the best thing you’ve seen in months.”

“What are you doing, Auggie?” Jax asked, studying Marc on the bed, disbelieving.

“Having my revenge. That cocksucker deserves nothing less.”

“How did this happen?” Jax pointed to Marc on the bed, who was wiggling against the cotton sheet underneath his weight.