Jax's P.O.V.
It had been a week since we’d moved into this new house. A week without chaos, danger, or even the shadow of a threat. It should’ve been a fresh start, the chance to settle down and focus on the good things in life. But it wasn’t.
Because Sam and I weren’t speaking—not really.
Sure, we exchanged the occasional clipped comment when forced to, but it was all surface-level. No warmth. No fire. Just a cold, impenetrable wall between us. And maybe it was my fault. Maybe it wasn’t. Either way, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that every day I felt her slipping further out of reach, and every day it pissed me off a little more.
Ashley was the perfect distraction. I’d made sure of that. If Sam was going to keep pushing me away, I wasn’t going to sit around waiting for her to ch
