Chapter 83

Jayden's POV.

The crowd gasped, the sound of a sharp, sudden noise that was swallowed almost immediately by the clicking and flashing of a hundred cameras.

Slade held my shirt, the fabric stretched tight across my chest, and in his eyes, I saw something terrifying.

It wasn't just anger; it was pure, cold, murderous intent.

Slade had always wanted to punch me, to see me hurt and humiliated, and now, finally, the stage was set and the time was perfect.

I knew in that ...