Jax
The celebration carried us all the way back to the compound, the whole club spilling out into the main yard with a warmth I hadn't felt in this place in longer than I could remember, exhaustion and triumph tangled together into something that finally felt like the relief we'd all been fighting toward.
Marisol had come along for the championship, insisting she wanted to see the bikes race after everything her brother's evidence had helped set in motion, and she stood near the edge of the celebration now, laughing with Winnie over something I couldn't quite hear, a genuine, easy smile on her face that I hadn't seen from her since this whole ordeal began.
I should have kept a tighter watch. I keep thinking that, even now. Should have noticed the unfamiliar car parked just past the comp
