Jax's POV
THREE DAYS LATER
"Good grief." I slammed the book and tossed it on the table. It was boring. Every page made my sight blur.
My frustration grew; my fingers rubbing against my nose bridge. "What am I doing?"
Everything sucked since she began avoiding me. If only I was smart to knock. A loud sigh left my lips, my head threw back, held by the soft chair headrest.
Flashes of her walking away before I could catch up. It became timed, I caught her sneeze and she disappeared before I got there.
Jordan walked out of the library section, tapping the thick blue coat of the file. "So far, so good, there's no show. The Italian mafia has a strong boss. He never shows his face and there's little or no information of him on the internet."
He pushed the file to me. Every part of it was va
