“He’s not trying to control you, you know—”
“Don’t say he’s trying to protect me. For God’s sake, say anything but that.”
“Well,” he shrugs innocently, “he is.”
“I cannot roll my eyes hard enough.”
Jax pivots to face me, suddenly serious. “Every choice you make can affect another person.Sometimes, it’s the difference between life and death. He’s just trying to minimize the casualties.”
“He treats me like I’m one of his men,” I snap. “Little toy soldier Willow, at your service.”
“That’s because he doesn’t know how not to be in charge,” Jax explains. “He had to become donsuddenly. No preparation, no warning. He didn’t want the job, but he stepped up anyway. For hisbrother and his Bratva. Now, I think he feels like if he stops being in cont
