JAX'S POV
The urge to smash something was pulsing through my veins like a freight train.
Ten minutes ago, I was sitting in my truck outside the arena, looking at a framed picture Jess had texted me of her new apartment. For the first time in two years, I had felt a tiny shred of peace. The ice was melting. Mila’s bright, ridiculous sunshine had started to crack open the heavy chest armor I’d been wearing since my sister’s overdose.
Then, a courier had knocked on my window and handed me a plain manila envelope.
Inside was a picture that made my blood run entirely cold.
It was Mila and me against the boards of the frozen pond. The angle was sharp, clear, and disgusting in how much it violated the one private space I had left.
I didn’t care about myself. My career could burn to the grou
