Page 138 of Fierce-Jax

She nodded. “That is what your eyes looked like. You shut them right after too, so don’t give me a hard time about it.”

He pulled her into his arms. “Relaxed now?”

“As much as I’m going to be,” she said. “Time to walk the plank.”

“I’ll be right by your side,” he said.

“I know,” she said. “I can’t even blame my father either.”

“That’s right,” he said. “He is only doing it because he cares about you and Gianna.”

“I never thought you’d be this reckless, Dillion,” her father said the minute she walked in the door ten minutes later.

She turned to look at Jax.

He figured Dylan would be upset, but that was a shout loud enough that the neighbors could have heard.

“Where is Gianna?” she asked right away. “She doesn’t need to hear this.”

“Your mother took her to the park around the corner,” her father said. He was pacing and his face was red.

“So there’d be no witnesses and she couldn’t come to my defense?” she asked with her hands on her hips.

“Your mother and I had it out last night. I wanted to drive over and talk to you then, but she told me to wait. Like she thought sleeping on it would calm me down.”

“I hope Mom gave it right back to you,” she said, lifting her chin. Damn, these two were going at it. “Don’t take it out on her. She didn’t have to go.”

“I don’t know if I would have been more pissed if she hadn’t gone and knew you were than I was that she went and didn’t tell me.”

Jax couldn’t fault the guy there.

He didn’t want to get into the middle of this argument, but he would not let Dillion get verbally run over either.

He might not have been happy about what she’d done, but he believed that maybe it was the right move in the long run.

“Are you and Mom still fighting?” she asked.

“No,” her father snapped. Didn’t sound it to Jax. “It doesn’t mean I’m not pissed off at you. You didn’t have to do this alone. You always think you can.”

“Because she can,” Jax said, interrupting. “And she handled it well.”

“You agree with what she did?” Dylan asked, rounding on him, his eyes narrowing.

“No,” he said. “And Dillion will tell you we got into it last night too. Not a fight though.”

“An aggressive heated discussion,” Dillion said. “I told him to calm down if he wanted to know everything that happened.”

Dylan was staring at him. “I took some time to get my emotions under control,” Jax said. “I wasn’t happy with what she did any more than you, but itisher decision. Gianna is her daughter. When I calmed down enough to listen to how it turned out, I realized maybe she was right.”

“You think that?” she asked him, turning. “You didn’t tell me that.”

“You didn’t ask,” he said.

“I shouldn’t have to ask that,” she said.

“Why do you think my daughter was right?” her father asked. He stopped pacing at least. “Because I think it was a stupid move and that is what you pay attorneys for. She could have messed it up.”

“I didn’t,” she snarled. “And Gianna is my daughter. I know you mean well, but you don’t know everything. You’re not always right.”

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