The safehouse felt heavy with tension.
Jax had dragged Ashley and Cole back in silence, his jaw locked so tight she thought his teeth might c***k. Nolan was waiting when they returned, already pacing the living room like a storm trapped in four walls.
The moment Nolan's eyes fell on them, Ashley felt the weight of judgment. Cole tried to speak first, but Nolan cut him off with a single look.
"Sit," Nolan said. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried enough weight to leave no room for argument.
Cole dropped onto the couch like a scolded kid. Ashley stayed on her feet, refusing to shrink. She expected Nolan to lash out at her too, but Jax spoke first.
"She followed him," Jax said flatly. "Saved his ass."
Nolan's gaze shifted between them, unreadable. "Is that true?"
Ash
