Free Jax (Cocky Cage Fighter Series) by Lane Hart Page A

to maul first once he escapes. Oh, and he will escape.
    "If you look on the internet there's also a full video showing I caught Page before she cracked her skull on the cement. And if we'd waited just two more damn days to subpoena the hotel video surveillance footage, it would've been gone. Permanently. Fucking. Erased. And then we wouldn't have the blown up photos of the bitch leaving without any marks on her neck, contrary to the pictures the prosecutor gave Page in the discovery today. Oh yeah, and Page wouldn't have found an employee that actually talked to the bitch when she was leaving the hotel that night. If it wasn't for her getting shit done, I'd be fucked, waiting around for someone else at your firm to finally get off their ass. From now on this is her case or we're done," he says in a growling tone, making it clear that he's pissed and dead serious, before he hangs up on my father.
    I remain standing at the table absolutely dumbfounded. I've never heard anyone talk to my father that way. I've also never actually had someone defend me before, either. And in that moment I'm completely helpless when a little tiny sliver of my heart becomes his.

Chapter Six
    Jax
    That motherfucking son of a bitch! It takes all my willpower not to pulverize her phone to prevent her from having to put up with his shit again. Instead, I sit it gently back down on the edge of the dining table.
    When I look over at Page her wide eyes are on mine. I wait for her to bitch at me about how she can take up for herself. Of course I know that, but for some reason when I saw the tears welling in her eyes, and sadness replace her usual stubborn strength and confidence I just snapped. She's been working her ass off to defend me, even though she thinks I'm guilty, so standing up to her father's completely wrong accusations and totally out of line criticisms were the least I could do.
    "So what's for dessert?" Page asks in an exhale, ending the silence, and sitting back down all prim and proper and shit at the table.
    "Dessert?" I repeat, amazed when she doesn't bitch at me.
    "Yeah, you know like ice cream or chocolate. Maybe cookies? Dessert is the best part of every meal."
    "Fighters don't get to have unhealthy shit like dessert," I reply at the same time Jude says, "We've got some Oreos." 
    My dad gets up and leaves the table, giving me a disappointed look when he passes. He probably thinks I was out of line with Page's dad. Screw that .
    "Oh yeah!" Page replies excitedly. "Oreos would be awesome. If it's not too much trouble, could I also have like a small glass of milk, too? Or do fighters not drink milk, either?" she asks with a smirk in my direction.
    "Yes, we have milk, and for you, sweetheart, I'd bring the whole fucking cow," Jude responds, making Page laugh and me groan before he's up and ducking into the kitchen. 
    Before I can sit back down her goddamn phone starts ringing again and vibrating on the dinner table. Only instead of her dad, this time it says, " Elliot " on the screen. Awesome. I'm raring to go 2-0 tonight with another telephone showdown. Since I'm closer I grab it before she can.
    "Page's phone," I answer.
    "What the…who is this?" the angry man asks. "Where's Page?"
    "I'm sorry, but since Page and her fine ass are unavailable tonight, it looks like you'll just have to spank yourself."
    "Jackson!" Page hisses, lurching across the table but still unable to reach me. "Give me the phone!"
    "Who the hell is this?" the asshole asks. "Do you have any idea who the fuck you're talking to?" 
    "Let me tell you who you're talking to. You're talking to a crazy motherfucker who will beat the shit out of you if you lay another finger on her ass without her express written permission to do so. And I don't give a fuck what soft, pussy job or title you have, buddy. You could use a big healthy dose of watch your goddamn mouth when you talk to her before I knock a few teeth out of it." I end the call, chest still heaving with adrenaline.