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I was calm. I was ready.

And I closed my eyes. Temporary pain, long-term gain. I would suffer for a while, bleeding out but Jack would be safe.

“Any last words, sweetheart?” And I heard them all raise their guns.

Yeah, I had already said them. I told Jax he would be a great dad. I told him he was all Jack needed.

I never had a strong connection with my mother. She died young. So, I knew Jack’s memory of me would fade but he would know me, through his uncles and his father.

I was surprised I never felt connected to my mom. But right now, it felt like she was holding my hand. I didn’t believe in angels or the afterlife. But right now. I knew I wasn’t alone.

I took one deep breath in and heard the safeties click off.

I opened my eyes and stared up at the full moon. I wasn’t going to face my death with my eyes closed. I would face death’s arms unafraid.

Dying under a full moon. At least fate was giving me something beautiful to stare at while I died, which was something I didn’t deserve.

Chapter Eleven

Jax

I rolled over in bed, couldn’t fucking sleep. I wanted to be with Amber. I knew I had no right to ask her to let me sleep with her. It was most likely the last thing she wanted.

Wasn’t like I wanted her to have sex with me—well, I did but I just wanted her. I just wanted to go to sleep holding her. I hadn’t had a solid night sleep since the last night we spent together six fucking years ago.

I would get broken sleep but that was it. So, it shouldn’t be a surprise that I couldn’t sleep now. I knew she was in the room next to mine. I knew she was in her bed, lying there.

I sat up. Would she kick me out if I went to her again tonight? God, I was fucking desperate to hold her.

My phone started vibrating for the hundredth time tonight.

I groaned. Who was making it their life mission to keep calling me tonight?

I knew who it could be. Someone who wanted a fucking report. My father. Most likely can’t sleep and thought fuck it, I’ll annoy Jackson tonight. Hell, Jackson mightn’t know how much of a failure he is, and I’ll call him in the dead of the fucking night, over and over, until he picks up to remind him.

Yeah that was my father. A fucking twisted old man.

My phone stopped vibrating. My knee was shaking up and down. I was itching to go beg Amber to let me sleep with her.

For some reason, I felt like she was letting me back in her life. Like she had made a snap decision and she wanted me in Jack’s life. Fuck. She was letting me in her life and our son’s.

I smiled for a second. I would get her back.

Then my phone started fucking ringing again. Oh, for Christ’s sake! I was tempted to throw the fucking thing. Then my bedroom door swung open.

What the fuck?

“What the hell you doing?” I asked Troy, who looked to be waking up.

He flicked on the light, causing me to squint from the brightness. I had been laying in the dark since I left Amber hours ago.

Then Cole pushed Troy in the back, also appearing.

“You get a phone call?” Cole asked Troy.

Troy nodded looking half asleep. “Yep.”

And then when I thought I had enough Shields in my room, Tyler and Adam showed up.

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