MILA'S POV
The media room felt like it was spinning, but for the first time in my life, I wasn’t dizzy from fear.
I was dizzy from the sheer speed at which the universe had just served up a giant plate of cosmic justice.
Flashbulbs were still popping like crazy, blinding my eyes, but everyone’s attention had ripped away from me and Jax and was now glued to the massive television monitors on the wall.
Richard Vance arrested.
The words scrolled across the screen in bright, glowing red letters.
I stared at them, my hand clutching Jax’s leather jacket so tight my knuckles turned white.
I could feel the deep rumble of his chest as he let out a long, slow breath, his massive arm tightening around my waist like an unbreakable steel band.
"Mila! Is it true?!" a reporter from the second row
