Jax’s POV
Three days passed. The man on the phone wanted me to beg on my knees. To be filmed. To be weak.
I would not do it. It would ruin everything I built. All for Layla. A woman who chose her lying father over me.
The caller called on the final day. "Time is up, Reaper."
"f**k you," I said. I hung up.
That night, a box came. A small box. It was left at the club gate.
I opened it.
Inside was a finger. A woman's finger. It was pale. Clean cut. There was a little blood.
My world went black. I fell to my knees. I cried. I cried hard and alone. The pain was too much.
Later, Grizz and Chloe came. Some of the club came too. They tried to talk to me. To make me feel better. It did not work.
Grizz and Tyler were there too. They were not helping me. They were fighting. Trying to show
