As Jackson walked into Tom’s bar, his senses were immediately assaulted by the familiar sights and sounds of the bustling establishment. The dimly lit room was filled with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses, but amidst it all, he spotted something that made his blood boil—Tom, standing behind the bar, chatting amiably with Sue.
His fists clenched at his sides as he made his way through the crowd, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. He had warned Tom to stay away from Sue, to keep his distance from his sister, and yet here he was, acting as if nothing had happened.
"Sue," Jackson called out as he reached the bar, his voice tight with barely contained rage. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Sue looked up, her brow furrowing in confusion at the intensity of his t
