Jax had completely lost it.
His hand was wrapped around the postman's throat like a vice, squeezing harder with each passing second. The poor guy's eyes were rolling back, white foam bubbling from the corners of his mouth.
He was dying. Right here. Right now.
"Where is she? WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!"
Astrid, somehow still functioning while everyone else stood frozen, lunged forward and grabbed Jax's wrist. She tried to pry his fingers loose.
Jax's head snapped toward her, his eyes wild, possessed.
"Get the fuck away from me, bitch!" His voice came out as a snarl, his real personality kicking in without any filter. "Get the hell out of here before I choke you to death next!"
Astrid stumbled back, her hand falling away. She'd seen angry men before. Violent men. Dangerous men.
This was different.
'He's... he's completely gone. Like something else is controlling him.'
She gulped hard, the threat very real in his eyes.
