Page 135 of Undisputed Player
“Estelle,” he said quietly, then sat beside me, knee brushing mine. “You need to see something.”
He moved with purpose, pulling a sleek black laptop from where it sat nearby. When the screen turned on and glared to life, it lit his face with a cool light, casting his jaw in shadow.
He opened a folder labeled with my name.
My heart fluttered, cold and loud inside my ribs. I had no idea what this could be.
And then document after document slid across the screen. Certified seals, damage control, transfers in hard, legal ink. Damon’s signature was on all of them—messy strokes that were barely recognizable—but they were there.
Under property titles, custody petitions, financial statements, and account closures.
Custody was transferred to me, property was left to Leo, a willwith his name—a will that explicitly severed every legal tie Damon had tried to sink his claws into.
Every war I thought I’d have to fight tomorrow had already been won.
“Damon signed them,” Jax told me softly. “Yesterday.”
I stared at him, my heart in my ears. “What?”
“He signed everything yesterday.” Jax’s voice didn’t falter, didn’t waver. “After some... persuasion.”
I stared at the screen, my mind struggling to process what I was seeing. “The hearing…?”
“Won’t happen.”
I turned my head slowly, meeting his eyes. “Why?”
His eyes were everywhere and nowhere—cut glass and ocean, steady and dangerous. “Because it’s already over.”
A hard silence bled between us.
He closed the laptop with a soft click and set it aside like it wasn’t a grenade disguised as a laptop right now.
It was me who spoke next, voice thin but alive with too many questions. “You disappeared yesterday.”
“Yes.”
“You came back... calm. So did they—Connor and Adrian.”
He didn't answer at first, only reached for my hand, curling warm, strong fingers around mine.
“I needed their help. It’s over now,” he answered finally. His voice had new edges, rougher, weightier. "No one's going to hurt you again. Not Damon, not his men. Not anyone."
Something in his certainty cracked the last of my pride. I pressed my palm to my mouth and sobbed, silent at first, but my shoulders shook with the effort of holding the sound inside.
I’d never let myself fall apart like this in front of anyone, not since Leo moved in. But this was different—this was safety and terror and relief so huge it was almost pain.
Jax didn't rush me. He squeezed my fingers and slid to his knees in front of me, his arms gentle and massive as he folded them around myentire body. I buried my face in his neck, breathing in salt and warmth. He smelled like the ocean.
The golden god was kneeling for me. The untouchable, wealthy heir who everyone else fell to their knees for.
He kissed a tear near the corner of my mouth before whispering. “I never want you to feel fear again.”
I managed to find my voice, throat raw. “You—you came back and it was just… quiet. I expected to talk about yesterday or the court case…”
He shook his head, his breath soft in my hair. “No, Estelle. We just finished it our way. My dad,” he hesitated, a vulnerability showing, “taught us—Connor, Adrian, and me—you don’t run from a threat. You fix it. You protect your family. That’s what I did.”
He pressed his lips to my forehead, voice rough with memory. “My dad gave me everything. A home, love, rules, laughter. He taught me how to throw my first punch without breaking my wrist.”
