The video played on loop in my mind.
Jax walking into the warehouse, surrounded by armed men, blood already on his face.
The text burned behind my eyes:
He walked into the trap. Your move, w***e. Choose the biker or your children. You have thirty minutes.
I was shaking so badly I could barely stand. The apartment felt like a cage. My children were in danger. The man I loved was in danger. And I was the reason for all of it.
My phone rang again. Unknown number.
I answered with a broken voice. “Please… don’t hurt them. I’ll do anything.”
The distorted voice was calm, almost amused. “Smart girl. Tell your biker to pull his men back. Drop the investigation into Graves. If he doesn’t, your daughter will be the first to pay.”
Tears streamed down my face. “I’ll tell him. Just give me time
