Jax’s POV
The days after the bar threat were long and hard. I worked nonstop, setting up formations, putting men on every corner of our territory. We had eyes everywhere now. The casino, the garage, The Last Call, and all the small bars we ran on the side. No one moved without me knowing.
Or that was the plan anyway.
I was in my office, staring at a map on the wall, when the shouting started. Loud voices from the main room. Angry. Familiar.
I walked out to find Grizz and Tyler nose to nose, red-faced, yelling over each other like kids fighting over a toy.
"I told you, that assignment is mine," Tyler shouted. His fists were clenched at his sides.
"You ain't earned it," Grizz shot back. "I been doing the work while you sit around and whine."
"You think I whine? I been with Jax longer
