Cole
I punched the wall hard enough to make my knuckles split.
Not because I lost control.
Because control was the only thing keeping me from going to Evans' office and burning down the whole goddamn building.
Jax didn’t flinch. He just watched me from the doorway like he always did when he thought something was amusing.
“That’s drywall,” he said calmly. “Not Evan.”
“I know,” I replied, flexing my hand. The sharp bite of pain grounded me, keeping the noise in my head from getting too loud.
The clubhouse smelled like oil, metal, the Usual vibes. But tonight the air felt off Like the room knew something was about to snap.
“I heard from Rhea that they filed for emergency custody,” Jax said.
“he did,” I muttered. “That jack-ass doesn’t know how to lose quietly.”
“He’s not trying to w
