MILA’S POV
The sweet smell of vanilla and the warm weight of Jax’s arm around my waist usually made me feel safe. But right now, staring at the black screen of my phone, I felt like I had just plunged through a patch of thin ice into freezing water.
The video wouldn’t replay. The encrypted file had self-deleted the second the timer hit zero, leaving me with nothing but a pounding heartbeat and a cold sweat.
Shutting the entire Boston franchise down.
The words echoed in my head, loud and terrifying. I looked over at Jax.
He was still fast asleep, his long dark hair fanned out across the white pillow, his sharp jaw covered in morning stubble. He looked so peaceful.
After two years of carrying the heavy guilt of his sister's addiction, he was finally breathing easy. I couldn't bear to
