Page 67 of Jax & Knox

Ainsley laughing.

The bikers touching her.

I upload them to the burner and type out a message.

I see him. I see you. You can't hide forever, Ainsley. You belong to me.

I hit send.

Then I wait.

It doesn't take long.

Through the telephoto lens, I watch as she pulls out her phone.

Her face goes pale.

Her hands start shaking.

Good.

She needs to remember.

She needs to understand.

I'm not going away.

I'm never going away.

I send another message.

You thought you could run? You thought you could replace me? I'm coming for you, Ainsley. And when I do, I'm taking what's mine.

I watch as she drops the phone.

One of the bikers, the quiet one, picks it up.

His expression darkens.

He says something to the other one.

They both look around, scanning the area.

I sink lower in my seat, keeping the camera steady.

They won't see me.

I'm too far away.

Too careful.

After a few minutes, they gather Owen and head back toward the truck.

Ainsley is crying.

The bikers are on high alert, their hands hovering near their waistbands.

Probably armed.