Page 46 of Ours to Keep

“I suggest you tell us everything you know and do not leave out a single fucking thing. Do you hear me?” Jax’s voice is dangerous.

When he fails to respond fast enough, Jax’s hand shoots out faster than a viper and grips his throat—hard.

“I said, do you hear me?” His tone has a lethal edge as he squeezes his windpipe.

George’s face contorts with panic as he gasps out, “Yes, yes, I h-hear you.” His voice is barely more than a wheeze.

Appearing satisfied with his response, Jax releases him with a shove and straightens his shirt while waiting for George to right himself in his chair.

“Now, when did you speak to Richard?” Jax demands, his tone sharp.

“I spoke to him a couple of weeks ago when we played golf. That’s when he told me to have my lawyer plead diminished responsibility,” he replies, his voice hoarse.

“And do you know where he is now?” Jax asks.

George tries to stem his bloody nose with the tissue Elliot gave him, but it’s about as helpful as sugar paper, but do I give a fuck? No, seeing him bleed is the only thing keeping me from lashing out again.

“No, I don’t know where he is. Just that no one has been able to reach him.”

Jax cocks a brow. “And who other than you would be trying to reach him?”

He swallows hard. “People, he owes money—a lot of money.”

His words hang in the air, tension mounting. Jax exchanges a look with Elliot and me before leaning closer.

“How much money are we talking about?” he asks, his voice low.

“Millions,” George says, his eyes darting nervously between us. “Richard is in some deep shit with some very dangerous people.”

I cock a brow and chuckle darkly. “And who do you think we are, Boy Scouts?”

He shakes his head, but winces. “No, but they shoot first and ask questions later.”

A heavy silence falls over the room. Jax’s jaw tightens, and Elliot’s eyes darken more than before.

I step forward, my knife back in my hand, my grip tightening around the handle.

“Are they looking for him?”

George’s face pales even further. “Yes. And if they find him before you do, there’s no telling what they’ll do to him, or anyone connected to him.”

A chilling weight settles over us. He’s tangled up in something much bigger than even we realised.

Jax stands, his eyes dark and calculating. “We need to find him before they do. And George, you’re going to help us.”

George opens his mouth to protest, but a single look from Jax silences him.

“Do you understand?” Jax asks, his voice now a deadly calm.

George nods, fear evident in his eyes. “Yes, I understand.”

“Good,” Elliot says, his voice cutting through the tension. “Because if you don’t or you attempt in any way to double cross us, we’ll make whatever they’re capable of look like child’s play.”

Jax grabs him by his collar and hurls him to his feet.

“Let’s go.”

Without another word, with me in front and Elliot and Jax atmy rear, we exit the room and use the discreet hallway to give us access to take us back to the car park.

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