Jax's POV
I woke up with a blazing pain on the side of my head. It happened again. The flashes, and the screaming, and also Smith's warning. Just like other episodes I had, I tried to do something different to stop the explosion, but it didn't work. I tried running towards the package, but it blew when I came nearer. I tried ordering my team to throw it away, but they didn't seem to hear me. Reverse psychology did not work on them either. Each time, I saw my comrades blasted to smithereens and somewhere in the far distance, I would hear Smith telling me that it is all my fault.
Of course, it was my fault. And I need to be punished. I either inflict pain or I watch others inflict pain. I try to pretend as if I cared for others by opening a motorcycle club for veterans and degenerates of
