MILA'S POV
The parking garage felt like a tomb. The air was cold, smelling of concrete and exhaust, and my heart was beating so hard it hurt my ribs.
I looked at Jax’s face, watching the color completely drain from his cheeks as he stared at his phone.
"Jax?" I whispered, wiping a fresh tear from my cheek. "What is it? What did Sullivan say?"
Jax didn't answer right away. His grip on my cardboard box tightened so much the cardboard groaned under his large hands. The muscles in his jaw were ticking, his green eyes flashing with a mix of shock and pure, unadulterated rage.
Without a word, he turned the phone toward me.
My eyes scanned the text from Sullivan.
Finalizing a trade deal to send you to Chicago... deadline tomorrow.
The world tilted on its axis. My breathing hitched, and fo
