Page 64 of Jax & Knox

She doesn't understand.

She never did.

I tried to protect her. I tried to keep her safe. I gave her everything, a home, stability, a future.

And she threw it away.

For what?

For them?

Two criminals in leather cuts who probably fuck anything that moves?

She's confused.

That's the only explanation.

She's scared and confused and she doesn't know what she's doing.

But I can fix it.

I always fix it.

My phone buzzes.

A text from the precinct.

Lieutenant: Where are you? You were supposed to be in for your shift an hour ago.

I stare at the message, my jaw tight.

Fuck.

I type back quickly.

Me: Family emergency. Taking a personal day.

Lieutenant: Everything okay?

Me: Yeah. Just need to handle something. I'll be back tomorrow.

I silence my phone and toss it onto the passenger seat.

I've already burned through two personal days this week.

If I'm not careful, they're going to start asking questions.

But I don't care.

This is more important.

She's more important.

I watch as one of the bikers, the tall one, lifts Owen out of the swing and holds him up in the air.

Owen squeals with delight.

My son.