JAX’S POV**

I was losing my fucking mind.

Three days after our first real scene in the club, I sat alone in my private monitoring room at Velvet Chains, staring at the security footage like a man possessed.

The screen showed Lila moving behind the bar the night before — graceful, confident, smiling politely at customers while wearing the simple black dress I’d approved. Every man who looked at her too long made my blood boil. One dominant regular had leaned over the bar, flirting, and she’d laughed softly at something he said.

I watched the clip on loop, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

She was mine.

Not officially....