The photo on my phone felt like a bullet to the chest.
It was taken from inside Jax’s apartment me sleeping peacefully in his bed, hair spread across the pillow, completely vulnerable.
Someone had been here. In our space. While we were f*****g. While we were sleeping.
I showed Jax the message with shaking hands. His entire body went rigid, eyes narrowing into pure murder.
“Motherfucker,” he growled, grabbing the phone. He read the message twice, then immediately started making calls, his voice low and lethal. “Tank. Someone was in my apartment tonight. Check the cameras. Find out how the f**k they got past security.”
While he barked orders, I curled into a ball, terror gripping me. Jax ended the call and pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly it almost hurt.
“I’m sorry, baby,
