He moved so fast, they hadn’t been expecting it.
Trent took her backward on the chair, and was about to shank her when Jagger went shit wild on him.
He grabbed him and rolled, and then beat the ever-living shit out of the man.
Again.
And they just watched, helping the uninjured Maura off of the floor.
Jagger went insane.
It was clear he was lost in the rage. He pummeled his face until his nose was pulverized, and he was breathing in blood.
Then, and only then, he got off of him, breathing heavily.
That’s when he turned to make sure his wife was safe.
“Woah, boy. Uh, excessive?” Zayn asked. “You made his face a meat puzzle.”
Jagger wasn’t playing.
He literally growled.
“He touched my pregnant wife. Let’s go poke Stella with a knife, and see how you react.”
Zayn raised his hands in surrender. Clearly, he wasNOTin the mood to joke.
“Calm down, little guy,” he said, as Jinx elbowed him to shut him up.
Sometimes, Zayn didn’t have any common sense. A pissed off Jagger wasNEVERa good thing. There were only a few things that made him irrational.
The pretty brunette was it, and so were his kids.
Jagger was a man on the edge.
Clearly.
Know who wasn’t fazed?
The pretty brunette.
“Thanks, Babe,” Maura said. “You didn’t have to kill and go insane on him. We can’t question him now.”
He stared at her.
“What?” she asked.
“You could have been shanked,” he said. “You didn’t even try to defend yourself.”
She actually laughed.
Oh, she knew how to soothe the savage Captain.
“J, you’re so far up my ass that I don’t have to defend myself. You stepped out before I was seen when they came into our space, and you were close to me when he lunged. I figured you had it. I know my partner. I’m not getting between you and your hormonal pregnancy rage.”
Jinx snorted.
“I mean, she’s right,” she said, when Jagger was staring at her. “You’re all over her. If Rogue was here, he’d be the same. I’d not have to make a move either. Granted, Zayn isn’t protecting me,” she stated, knowing what it would do.
