Jax’s POV
I had Frank Evans put in the old tool shed. It was solid, had a heavy padlock, and was far enough from the main building that his poison couldn’t easily spread. I posted Spider outside with orders to shoot him if he so much as coughed funny.
But I needed to look the snake in the eye myself.
I waited until nightfall. The club was busy, the sound of welding and construction a steady hum. Layla was in her room, probably thinking she’d done a good thing. My gut told me different.
I unlocked the shed and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. A single battery-powered lantern sat on a crate, casting long, jumping shadows. Frank sat on a cot against the far wall, his hands in his lap. He looked up, his eyes wide with a fear that seemed real.
“Jax,” he said, his voice a dry ru
