The unknown message burned into my soul like acid.
Your children are at the park with their grandmother right now. Nice red shirt on the little boy. Choose wisely.
My hands shook violently as I deleted it before Jax could see. Terror gripped my chest so tightly I could barely breathe. Who was watching my babies? Jimmy in a desperate attempt to scare me? One of Jax’s enemies? Or something far worse?
Jax was still buried deep inside me, his thick c**k slowly thrusting with loving, possessive strokes. He noticed my sudden stiffness and stopped, concern flashing across his handsome, tattooed face.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he murmured, cupping my cheek with one large hand. His thumb brushed away a tear I didn’t realize had fallen. “Talk to me. I’m here.”
I broke. The words tumbled out between
