“Where you goin’?” I snap.
Ivy looks up at me, and a flash of guilt crosses her pretty features. “We’re just going for a ride,” she says.
I nod, because there’s nothing else I can do. I’m not going to make a song and fucking dance in the middle of the club. Jax gives me one more hard glare before taking Ivy’s hand, and leading her out the door.
Fuck; just fuck.
I want her, he wants her, but the cold hard truth is...
Only one of us can win.