The message hit like a gunshot.
Too late. Graves just sent me the location of your next supervised visit. If you want to see your children alive, tell your biker to stop digging. This is your final warning.
I dropped the phone, my legs giving out. Jax caught me before I hit the floor, his strong arms wrapping around me as I started shaking uncontrollably.
“Lily-Rose, breathe,” he said urgently, cupping my face. “Talk to me. What happened?”
I showed him the message. His face went from concerned to murderous in a heartbeat.
“Graves,” he snarled. “That bastard is playing both sides. I should have killed him when I had the chance.”
He immediately called Tank. “Find Graves. Now. Bring him to the warehouse. I don’t care how. He’s going to tell us who the sender is.”
Jax hung up and pulled
