Page 107 of Undisputed Player
I’m getting withdrawals.
Jax
Maybe. He deserves pain.
Adrian
JOIN THE IPAD STALKER CLUB JAX
GET AN IPAD ASAP
Connor
You still bringing them over tonight?
I smirked, replying quickly before the light changed.
Jax
Yeah. Estelle and Leo are meeting their new family.
Adrian
CALL DADDY EASTON! Check in with the nuclear option!
Unless you want me to handle Damon personally…
Connor
Adrian, no.
Adrian
Adrian, YES
The light turned green, and I dropped the phone on the console, Adrian's suggestion echoing in my head. Call Dad. The idea had merit, even if my pride bristled at needing help.
I hit the Bluetooth button on my steering wheel and dialed. I would just feel him out, not make him worry right now.
The call connected after two rings.
"Jax." Wade Easton’s voice filled the car, smooth as aged wine and twice as dangerous. I could hear the distant sound of waves, feminine laughter, and the clinking of crystal glasses.
"To what do I owe the pleasure? Don't tell me you're finally joining me in paradise."
"Not yet," I answered, unable to suppress a grin. Even thousands of miles away, the man commanded attention. "I need a lawyer for a custody case. It's messy.”
"Yours?" Dad’s voice sharpened disbelief, the charm instantly replaced by something harder, more curious.
"Not technically," I admitted, thinking of Leo's bright smile this morning. "But he almost is. His biological father is cartel-connected, trying to groom him into a criminal.”
There was a pause, and I could practically hear him trying to make sense of this. When he spoke again, his voice carried the weight of absolute authority.
"Miriam Voss. She's the best on the East Coast, maybe the country. Knows how to get her hands dirty when the situation calls for it." Ice clinked against glass in the background. “She helped with Adrian’s case. I’ll schedule the introduction if needed.”
We both knew what that meant. We preferred to eliminate rather than go through the legal process of things.
"Thanks," I said, feeling some of the tension ease from my shoulders. "I'll owe you."
