Nash stood frozen for a moment; the cold edge in Jinzo's voice was the last thing he needed to hear. He had made an error: he had been seen talking with the worst girl possible.
They've been watching every move... kitchen with Jaz, hallway with Alicia... shit, no wonder they were boiling. Jinzo was not just mad; he was territorial, and Jaz was the sore spot. One wrong step and this would blow up.
Jinzo's gaze didn't waver, his slight figure a wall of anger and distrust.
"You think you can waltz in, flash some tickets, and steal my squad? Including my girl?" His voice dropped, low and venomous. "We saw you cozying up to her in the kitchen, all smooth and shit. Don't play dumb."
The hangar was silent, the distant clang of a loose chain the only sound breaking the tension. Drex and Mac shifted closer, their shadows stretching long across the concrete floor like fingers reaching for a fight.
