Jax’s POV
The desert garage was quiet. Safe. Eli and his men stood by their truck. They smiled.
"Got something for you," Eli said.
He walked to the back of the truck. He pulled open the door. My bike was inside. My black Harley. My baby. Next to it were the other bikes. The ones Frank’s men took from us.
I walked over, touched my bike’s seat. "How?"
Eli shrugged. "We been watching Frank for weeks. Knew his hideouts. Knew where he stashed stuff. Took them back after the shootout. Easy."
I looked at him. "Thank you."
He nodded. "No problem."
Layla came to my side. Her face was pale. "Jax. The black van. They were following the cops. What if the cops work for Frank's men?"
Eli heard her. He looked at me. "Nothing's impossible in this business, kid. Your dad... he saw you as money. A
