"Alexa!"
Someone knocked loudly, repeatedly banging on the door of the Bell residence.
It was eight-thirty at night when Jax came up with the conventional idea of making one of his cordial visits to the house of his best friend. He always ignored the right moment or hour, simply because he believed that for advice or conversation between friends there was no better time than the present ... even if the present was after eight o'clock at night. Besides that, the reason that had motivated him was the concern that he did not manifest towards her, regarding the particular occasion in which he had seen her holding the arm of that guy who was none other than the i***t's older brother.
Jax was curious and nosy by nature, and he was used to all the "whys" having to be answered one way or anothe
