The bank records stared back at me like a betrayal carved in stone.
Large sums transferred from Jimmy’s account to an offshore one linked to Jax. Money that was supposed to support our children. Money Jax had taken without telling me.
I waited until he returned that evening, blood still on his knuckles from dealing with Razor. He walked in looking satisfied, expecting to pull me into his arms like always.
Instead, I held up the phone with the screenshot.
“Explain this,” I said, voice shaking but firm. “You took money from Jimmy? From the father of my children?”
Jax froze for a second, then stepped closer, his expression softening. “Baby, I can explain.”
He reached for me, but I stepped back.
“I did it for you,” he said, voice low and urgent. “Jimmy was using that money to bury you i
