Jax’s POV
Today was a good day.
I stood inside one of my branch clubs. It’s called “The Rusty Spoke.” It’s a smaller bar, on the east side of town. We fixed it up nice. New pool tables, better lights, good music.
Business was good. We had enough money now. Capital. I poured it into this place. The staff was happy. The customers were happy. For once, things were going well.
I leaned against the bar. I drank a beer. I watched the room. Men played pool. People talked and laughed. It was a normal night.
Then the door opened.
A woman walked in.
She took my breath away.
She was pretty. Real pretty. Long brown hair. Big brown eyes. She wore a black dress. It fit her just right. She walked to the bar like she owned the place.
I watched her. I couldn’t look away.
She ordered a drink. Whi
