Jab (Fighter Romance) (Las Vegas Series #2) Read Online Free PDF

my biggest nightmare. I wasn’t busting my ass on a damn pole for my sister to become a criminal. It was bad enough she had to be bailed out of jail. I couldn’t handle if she did real time. It would be the ultimate proof that I was a complete and utter failure.
    There were so many things I fucked up, and I didn’t want to be responsible for ruining my sister’s life. She just made it so fucking hard. Her attitude sucked most of the time, and I was sick and tired of constantly fighting with her.
    Every day with her felt like World War III, and I knew. I fucking knew that her momentary truce was because she was up to no good. There was no way she could afford those clothes. Not even with the money that went missing out of my bag.
    Her eyes narrowed, and her lip curled in defiance. “Why should I?”
    My teeth clenched, and the veins in my neck pulsed with anger. “Are you?” I asked again.
    “What’s it matter? You’re just going to believe whatever the fuck you want to believe.”
    “Watch your damn mouth.”
    “Oh, yeah, because you do. Maybe you should take your own advice.”
    “Stop avoiding the question! Are you dealing drugs?”
    She stared at me in all her rebellious glory. I refused to let her stare me down. I was older than her and, dammit, I made the rules in this fucking house, not her. She was a manipulative brat, and it was time for that shit to end.
    “Tell me now, or you’ll be sorry.”
    “Oh, will I? What are you going to do? Hit me? Go ahead. I dare you.” Her shoulders rolled back, and she stood tall. My fingers twitched, desperate for me to take her up on her dare.
    “Where did you get these clothes, Mackenzie?”
    “I bought them!”
    Anger surged through my veins, strangling what little compassion I had left. I charged at her, my patience out the fucking window, and she screamed a high pitch blood curdling scream before picking up my mother’s vase and hurling it at me.

Chapter 7
    Knox
    Mila kicked me out of her place and basically told me to leave her alone, but, unfortunately for her, I was never a good listener. Nobody told me what to do, and, if I wanted something, I got it. Besides, it was a front. A wall she was hiding behind. For a second there, I thought maybe she was just a bitch, but then I remembered the look in her eye when we were both close to falling over the edge together.
    There was vulnerability in her gaze that unbeknownst to her, she exposed to me. It was for the slightest of moments, a glint in the night, but long enough for me to know there was more to her than strip clubs and a bad attitude. She was a woman who pushed people away. It was defense mechanism. She kept people at a distance so she would never have to deal with the feelings they evoked from her. She was terrified of feeling anything for anyone. After the loss she suffered when her parents were taken from her, she built a wall so thick and deep in an effort to never feel that kind of pain again. I knew that line of defense all too well. I was the king of putting up fucking walls. But somehow Mila wormed her way into my heart and head and I found my walls breaking down. Now I was determined more than ever to knock that wall of hers down too.
    I walked up the steps to her apartment, and, just as I was about to knock, the sound of shattered glass and screams resounded through the door..
    What the fuck? Panic rose inside of me. My heart beat wildly in my chest as visions of Mila being hurt ran through my head. Fear and determination to protect Mila took over and, with one hard kick, the door flung open.
    Shards of glass covered the floor, and two pairs of eyes stared back at me. Mackenzie’s eyes were wild and crazed while Mila’s seethed with anger. They only acknowledged me for a second before Mila leapt toward Mackenzie.
    “That was our mother’s vase!” she screamed as her hand wrapped around Mackenzie’s shirt, and she yanked her toward her.
    Mackenzie swatted at Mila’s hand. “I’ll buy you