Nakita POV:
Jax leaned against my counter, legs crossed at the ankle. His head was angled down, eyes refusing to meet mine. I laid my elbows against the counter, resting my head in my hands. My thoughts were going a mile a minute in my head. How's he taking it? Does he hate me? What happened with his mom? Why was Niko with him? Niko better not hit on Ashley. Why are my pictures neatly stacked? Did he look at them?
When I looked from my pictures to Jax, I realized he was holding one in his hands. The one my mom took of me and Matais a couple of hours after he was born. "I remember that. He was so small."
Jax finally looked up at me. I expected to see hatred and betrayal in his eyes. But the love, the pain, and the regret in his eyes was enough to knock the air from my lungs. His eyes g
