Sam's P.O.V.
I couldn’t stop staring at my screen. The moment Jax’s face appeared in the group chat’s live feed, my stomach dropped. I hadn’t even made it back to my room yet. I was frozen halfway up the stairs, phone trembling in my hand as I watched him speak to what felt like the whole world.
His voice was steady, but I could see the tension in his jaw, the fire in his eyes. He didn’t look like the Jax I knew—carefree, reckless, impossible to read. This Jax was raw, angry, and heartbreakingly vulnerable.
The comments scrolled by so fast I couldn’t keep up, but the ones I did see were brutal:
“So they’re step-siblings? Gross.”
“This family is a train wreck.”
“Bet it wasn’t just a kiss.”
I wanted to throw my phone, wanted to scream at the people tearing him apart, tearing us apart.
