Jax’s POV
I remembered now when Roxy came to me and the little argument we had…
“You can’t take him!” she screamed, grabbing my handlebars. “Leave Spider out of this! This isn’t his fight, it’s hers! It’s Layla’s mess!”
I looked down at her, the cold in my gut spreading. “Every fight is the club’s fight. Now move.”
“She’s using you, Jax! Can’t you see it? She cries, she bats her eyes, and you run into wars for her and her no-good father! You don’t even trust her! I see how you look at her!”
Her words hit a nerve, raw and exposed. The doubt, the silhouette in the window, the recorded conversation—it all curdled together.
I leaned down, my voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “You get out of my face right now, Roxy. Or I will put a bullet in your skull and let Spider find you in the d
