Page 62 of Jax & Knox

"And when we do?" I ask, my voice shaking.

"We end this," Jax says simply. "For good."

I close my eyes, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks.

"I'm staying," I whisper. "I'm not running anymore."

"Good," Knox says. "Because we're not letting you."

"We're going to handle this," Jax adds. "We're going to handle him. And then we're going to build a life together."

I nod, my face pressed against Knox's chest, breathing in his scent, letting it ground me.

"I'm staying," I say again. "I'm not running anymore."

Knox tilts my face up and kisses me, slow, deep, full of promise.

When he pulls back, Jax is there, his hand cupping my face.

"We've got you," he says. "Always."

I believe them.

For the first time, I truly believe them.

JUSTIN

The truck smells like stale coffee and sweat.

I've been sitting here for three hours.

Watching.

Waiting.

The telephoto lens is heavy in my hands, but I keep it steady, trained on the park across the street.

There.

Movement near the swings.

I adjust the focus and my breath catches.

Her.

Ainsley.

My Ainsley.

She's pushing Owen on the swing, her face lit up with a smile I haven't seen in months. Maybe years.

She looks... happy.

That pisses me off more than anything.

I zoom in closer, my jaw clenching as two men step into frame.

The bikers.