The unknown message burned on my phone screen like a threat from the shadows.
We know where your kids are. Stop fighting us or they disappear.
My hands shook as I deleted it quickly before Jax could see. My heart pounded with pure terror. Who sent it? Jimmy in desperation? One of Jax’s enemies? Or something even darker?
Jax noticed my pale face and pulled me closer, his strong arms wrapping around me protectively. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, his voice soft but edged with concern. He kissed my forehead tenderly. “You’re safe with me. I swear I’ll protect you and the kids.”
I buried my face in his chest, breathing in his scent — leather, smoke, and safety. In that moment, despite everything, I felt loved. Truly loved in a way Jimmy had never been able to give me after the kids came.
