The revelation about Razor’s betrayal hung heavy in the air like smoke from a dying fire. I sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the floor while Jax paced the room, his fists clenched. The photo of him and Jimmy shaking hands months ago still burned in my mind, but Razor’s words had opened an even deeper wound.
“He was one of my most trusted brothers,” Jax said, voice low and bitter. “Eight years. I saved his life twice. And he sold us out for money and power.”
I looked up at him, my heart aching. “Why? Why would he risk everything just to hurt you… to hurt us?”
Jax stopped pacing and knelt in front of me, taking my hands in his. His touch was warm, steady, but I could feel the tension vibrating through him.
“Because I changed,” he admitted, eyes searching mine. “When I met you tha
