The silence after Rico left was deafening.
Jax paced the apartment like a caged animal, jaw tight, hands clenched. Dani hadn’t moved from where she stood in the kitchen, her back pressed against the cold counter. Every part of her was buzzing with tension, fear, and that creeping sense of déjà vu.
She’d been hunted before.
This felt different.
“They shouldn’t know where you are,” Jax muttered more to himself than to her. “The safehouse was clean. I swept it myself.”
Dani didn’t answer. Her throat felt too tight, and her body was coiled, ready to run—like the instinct had never really left her. Only now she didn’t know where she’d go. There was nowhere safer than here. And even that wasn’t enough.
Jax stopped, turned to face her. “You’ve gotta tell me if there’s anything you haven’t s
