Page 157 of Chaos

Even if I am pissed thathe lied to me, I understand why he did it, he’s grieving his wife. I know he’s got my back. He is family.

“That does it. Get your families to the casino. We will post extra guards. They aren’t brave enough to come in here. It is time to exterminate those filth like the parazit that they are.” He stands quickly, knocking his chair backwards against the wall. “I’ll offer a million dollar bonus to anyone who can bring me the head of their leader,” he growls into the crowded room.

Murmurs and jostling spread through the gathered men.

It’s a hell of an incentive.

I just want to find the men I saw in the video. Those two assholes nearly cost me everything.

My rings dig into my fingers as I squeeze them tight.

Knowing I didn’t cheat on her soothes the anguish in my soul, but it’s been replaced with fury.

They need to pay for what they almost took from me.

The loves of my life, my girls.

But, now, it’s time to keep them safe.

“You’re with me, Jax.” Nikolai’s giant palm rests on my shoulder briefly as we leave the meeting. “I’m glad you’re back.” A tiny smile turns up the corner of his otherwise serious mouth.

“Thanks. I can’t wait to beat a few of these fuckers to death.” Jabbing the button for the elevator, it’s hard to just stand still as the boiling blood rushes in my veins. Bouncing on my toes like I’m in the ring, I catch Nikolai grinning in the reflection of the silver wall.

“Get your family packing. I’ll pick you up in an hour and send Lara to pick up Sofia, we will get your revenge,” he says as we part ways in the lobby.

“Sounds like a plan.” My bike is parked near the entrance. Within seconds, the hot Vegas wind is cooking past me as I speed through the streets.

Sofia is radiant sitting with Maeve on the couch, reading through a book. Her maroon hair tucked behind her ear, and the light in her eyes when she looks at me, makes me feel like the luckiest man on the planet.

“You’re home fast. Meeting go okay?” Her lips thin slightly. I know she was worried.

“About as expected. Well, maybe a little worse. The Reapers got some of our guys last night and?—”

Her gasp interrupts me. “Who?”

“No one you know, baby. But, because of that, Mikhail wants us to bring our families into the safe house. So, you’ll need to pack a bag for you and Maeve. Lara will be here soon to pick you up. I’ll grab one later.” I let my lips linger for an extra long time on her sweet mouth. Then press a long kiss to the top of Maeve’s head.

Sofia’s fingers wrap around my wrist before I back away. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to make them pay for what they did to us.”

SEVENTY-THREE

SOFIA

Song- Make Up Sex, SoMo

I quickly zip up Maeve’s luggage and bring it downstairs, ready to start packing my own. She’s been sound asleep for the last ten minutes in her crib. She must have gotten bored of watching me fold her clothes. As much as I hate the thought of leaving, I have to keep Maeve safe and let Jax do what he needs to do.

The thudding noise resonates through the air as I make my way down the stairs. I head down the hall towards the home gym, and as I slide open the door, the cool air-conditioned breeze brushes against my face. Jax doesn’t even notice me to start with, he’s red faced punching the shit out of the heavy bag. With each blow that lands, the chain’s rattling intensifies.

Clearing my throat, he abruptly stops, clutching the leather on both sides and leaning against it to catch his breath. Slowly, he turns his face in my direction, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

I saw it in his eyes, he’s scared of us leaving him again. I need to show him, remind him of how much I love him and that I’m not going anywhere. That he can speak to me whenever he wants, about anything.

I lean against the doorframe, captivated by the way his muscles protrude, enhanced by the shimmering sweat reflecting the light. I clench my thighs, we haven’t had sex since he moved back home. I didn’t want to press it. In his head, until yesterday, he believed he cheated. He has a lot to work through.

I need to bring him back to me. I quickly gather my hair into a high ponytail, securing it with the scrunchy on my wrist. Shamelessly, I let my eyes roam over his sculpted frame.

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