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I shake my head, and try to bring myself back.

“She’s upstairs, Jax. I need you to do me a favor…” She trails off.

“What?” I frown, taking Maeve out of her arms and cuddling her against my chest. She grabs my cheek and giggles.

“When you go up there, just keep calm.”

“You do realize telling me to do that will usually have the opposite effect?” I mutter as my heart starts to pound. I settle Maeve on the couch and double take up the stairs. The open office door allows a soft glow from the computer screens to spill into the hallway.

“Sof?”

She spins in my desk chair to face me, tears stream down her cheeks. I dash towards her and lift her gently into my embrace.

“Baby, what’s going on?”

As I look at the screen on the left, my blood runs cold.

The woman from the night I ruined everything.

It makes me sick to even see her.

Sofia forcefully redirects my attention from the computer to her, gripping my jaw.

“You need to watch the footage, Jax.”

I swallow the bile rising in my throat. “I-I can’t.”

She shakes her head, her long hair swaying with the motion.

“It’s not what you think, baby. Sit down.” Her tone is firm and I sink into the leather chair and position her on my lap, clasping her tightly.

As I squint at the screen, the feeling of dread intensifies, causing a sinking sensation in my stomach.

She clicks play on the video.

I can feel my body growing numb with shock as I helplessly watch two large men dragging my unconscious form down a dirty hallway. Leaning forward to get a better look, I can’t make out their faces. I’d bet my life they’re Reapers looking at their leather vests.

The blonde bitch saunters behind them, flicking her hair over her shoulder as they fucking pull me across the floor.

My jaw is so tightly clenched that it feels like a vice.

“Motherfuckers,” I spit out.

Sofia clicks the next video. This one is from earlier, showing me at the booth on the phone to her. The bar is full of bikers.

She points to the woman in the background, who is watching me.

“That’s her,” Sofia says softly.

I blink a few times as the scene unfolds, and she hands me a glass. I remember this. I told her I was having beer.

I hit my palm against my forehead.

Why did I take the drink from her?

“Fuck,” I mutter.

I lean back on the chair, feeling the heat of the inferno raging within me.

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