Jaxson rolled his shoulder experimentally. It had already been a week since the injury. The bullet wound still hurt, but it was no longer on fire like that first night after the shooting.
He settled back in his executive leather seat, satisfied he was healing well. It hadn’t been easy hiding the injury from everyone. He was only fortunate that he hadn’t seen Hunter. Jaxson doubted he could have fooled his brother. Hunter knew him too well and anything out of the ordinary would have raised questions.
He was yet to tell Hunter about any of it, Niko, the shooting, or the threat to the company. But he had taken Lorenzo’s advice and hired a few men to watch his house discreetly and also follow Hunter around. It wasn’t the perfect plan, but it was what he could do, as he still tried to decide
