“I am not taking four guards to school.” I snapped at Jax whose men who already hopping on their bikes.
“You are taking six.”
I stared at Jax across the breakfast table in complete disbelief. “You cannot be serious.”
“I am very serious.”
Dante looked up from his coffee calmly. “Personally, I think eight would feel more dramatic.”
“Thank you for being deeply unhelpful,” I muttered.
The estate had become unbearable over the last two days.
Guards everywhere, security checks every hour and people whispering constantly whenever I entered rooms.
Apparently surviving assassination attempts erased all possibilities of normal life forever.
Unfortunately for Jax, Dante disagreed.
“She still needs routine,” Dante said while scrolling through something on his tablet. “If Lena disappears com
