Jackson and Scarlett were at the club while Solomon sat in the apartment reading- well with his hands.

Jackson stood at the bar swirling his beer and looking over at Scarlett and her Paloma cocktail. Accompanying her was a guy, a different, guy.

They danced and danced while Jackson’s eyes got narrower and darker by the second.

Then a loud crack, followed by a smash was heard. The club went silent, Scarlett staring at Jackson with wide, almost teary eyes.

The one thing that scared Scarlett most, was someone dear to her wounded…

Jackson gazed down at his hand dripping with bear and blood, with a hints of broken glass.

He had crushed the glass bottle with his hand.

Just because, she was dancing with _another_ _man_…