Jax’s POV
My head pounded. My wrists burned from the ropes. I sat on the cold floor of the old mill, tied to a wooden pole with Grizz and three of my men. Eli and the Ghost Riders were somewhere else in the building. I could hear them cough and curse. We were all in the same s**t.
Hours passed. Maybe longer. I lost track of time. Viper's men walked past us like we were dogs. They laughed. They kicked us if we moved too much.
Lacey walked by every few minutes. She looked at me with cold eyes. No guilt. No regret. Just emptiness. That woman was dead inside. I knew that now.
Then one of Viper's men came in. He whispered something to Lacey. Her face changed. Surprise all written on them. Then a smile. No, it shouldn’t be what I’m thinking.
"She came," Lacey said loud enough for me to he
