Chapter 12 - Jagger Bolton

Jagger POV

“I swear I hate these things,” I let out between my greeted teeth. Janet nods as she looks at me and immediately moved closer to adjust my tie. I raise my eyebrows watching her as she whistles while she fiddles with the grey fabric around my neck.

“Fuck that,” I say, smacking her hands lightly. Those moves granted me a side eye, but hey, I love temping death, and making Janet upset is always a bonus. An easier path to hell. Moving fast I untie the tie and shove it in my pocket. Janet shakes her head as she takes a step closer to the hostess of the expensive restaurant she chose.

“Reservation for Bolton,” Janet says, and I shake my head, letting out a slight scoff. Janet raises an unimpressed brow as she looks at me over her shoulder. I swear any other person would’ve seen the end of my gun, but Janet… We’ve known each other for far too long. Her kids are like blood to me. She obviously used my name to get the reservation.

“This way, please,” the hostess says, and I give h