Jax’s POV
The second I heard she left the gate, I saw red.
The guard didn’t even finish his sentence.
“She said she needed air, Prez, I thought—”
My fist hit his face.
Hard.
His head snapped sideways and he crashed into the gate post.
“You thought?” I grabbed his vest and slammed him back upright. “You thought?”
Blood ran from his nose.
“I’m sorry—”
Another punch.
This one dropped him to his knees.
Nobody moved. Not a single brother stepped in.
Because they’d never seen me like this.
“Next time,” I said low, shaking with rage, “you call me first. I don’t care if she tells you God himself gave permission.”
He nodded fast, scared. “Yes, Prez.”
I stepped back, breathing heavy.
My chest felt tight.
Something was wrong.
I could feel it.
***
I pulled my phone and opened the
