I stared at the latest unknown message, my blood turning to ice.
Your children are at the park with their grandmother right now. Nice red shirt on the little boy. Choose wisely.
My hands shook so badly I almost dropped the phone. Jax was still buried deep inside me, his body moving with slow, loving thrusts, completely unaware of the terror gripping me.
“Jax…” I whispered, voice breaking. “Stop. Please.”
He immediately froze, concern flashing across his face. He pulled out gently and sat up, pulling me into his lap. “What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.”
I showed him the message. His expression darkened instantly, eyes turning dangerous.
“Someone’s watching the kids,” I sobbed. “They know where they are right now. This isn’t Jimmy. He wouldn’t do this.”
Jax read the message twice, his ja
