Cole
“Say it again.”
Jax didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.
The entire club garage went quiet anyway.
Engines idled. Tools clanked once, then stopped. Even the new prospects froze like they could feel tension bleeding into the room.
I leaned back against my bike and didn’t blink.
“She’s not club business.”
Jax’s stare stayed locked on me. “That’s not what I asked.”
He stepped closer. Close enough that if this went sideways, it would be ugly and fast.
“I asked,” he continued, “why my vice president is being seen outside a woman’s house every other goddamn night.”
A murmur rippled through the room. Not loud. Not stupid. Just enough to let me know this wasn’t private anymore.
Good.
Let them hear it.
“I go where I want,” I said.
“That’s cute,” Jax replied. “You also carry
