JAXSON
Two days.
Two long, frustrating days since we walked out of that prison and confronted John. And in those two days, I’d done nothing but stare at my phone like some i***t, hoping—no, praying—that he would call.
But he didn’t.
Every hour that passed made the silence heavier. Ryder kept saying maybe John had changed his mind, maybe he never planned to talk in the first place. Cole tried to distract me with work at the clubhouse. None of it helped.
My mind refused to stay still.
Every time I sat down or closed my eyes, one face kept hitting me like a punch to the chest.
Tessa.
How she must be feeling.
If she was eating.
If she was still thinking about what happened.
I knew she needed space. I knew showing up out of nowhere would make things worse. But the truth?
I was restl
