Sam's P.O.V.
The door slams shut, and the sound reverberates through me like an aftershock. For a moment, the room is unbearably quiet, save for the pounding of my heart in my ears. I glance at Jax, who’s standing a few feet away, his jaw clenched and his fists tight at his sides. He looks ready to punch a wall—or maybe his dad.
I feel like I should say something, but the words are caught in my throat. My mind is still reeling from the way his father had looked at me, like I was some kind of manipulative interloper who’d torn his family apart.
My chest tightens as I replay the scene, his words echoing in my mind. "This was never going to end well."
“Are you okay?” Jax’s voice breaks through my spiraling thoughts.
I blink, realizing I’ve been staring at the floor. When I look up at him
