Jax's P.O.V.
Dad looked up at me, his eyes heavy with regret. “It’s not just about the money. It’s about control. These people don’t just want to ruin my life; they want to break us. They want to make an example of us, tear apart everything we have, and make sure we never get away.”
The weight of his words slammed into me. I didn’t want to believe it, but I had no choice. “So, what now? You want us to just... leave? Run?”
“Yes,” Dad said, his voice firm. “It’s the only way to keep you safe.”
Sam’s voice broke the tension, barely a whisper. “How do we leave everything behind? How do we just walk away from everything we’ve known?”
I reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly. “We do it because we have no choice.”
The room fell silent for a moment, and then Sam’s mom spoke up, her voice
