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Another holster was attached to the chest for a pistol. I went back to the weapons section and I wasted no time in grabbing the TAC-II 338 sniper rifle since I’m going to be given a target, I’ll just have to pick off my target from afar. Four guards came in and I saw Austin behind them dressed in the all black armour. We hugged each other tightly for almost a minute, he sniffled as we disengaged and I pat him on the shoulder. “They have Clara” he said “I know, it’s gonn’ be okay” I assured and he nodded.

Ricciardo asked. "Well it gives me hope that maybe a bad person can be redeemed at last and forgiven." "I will read it and let you know if I like it." Ricciardo said. "Okay, so I presume you are going to bed now?" Jax asked. "Yes I am, unless you want me to keep you company" Ricciardo offered. "No i am good. Goodnight." "Goodnight" Ricciardo said and went back to his room. Jax on the other hand went back to his study where he would keep working until he would fall asleep, maybe, just maybe, he would be too tired for the nightmares,he thought to himself.

Nina inquired. Humbly, Xander took a sip of his drink. “It's a conglomerate. X&J empire.” Nina blinked slowly. “Is that a joke? You are the owner of X&J?” “Yes, ma’am. Right in front of you. Xander Jackson Empire.” He affirmed, casually calling the waiter to make their order, leaving Nina in utmost shock.

“You don’t believe the news or that scent of death outside of Rhett’s apartment that scared you so much you couldn’t walk in?” “No, and I don’t want you talking to Jax.” “Because?” “I don’t trust you.” Xavier stopped in front of the elevator. “I wouldn’t trust me either, but the fact remains that Jax went up to DC to talk to me.” “You don’t know that,” she countered. An uncomfortable Todd pressed the elevator’s button. Come on, Mia. We’re almost done. Come with me. With two colored sides on the cube finished, he worked on the glowing orange squares. “I researched this Jax. He’s a buffoon.”

It smelled like clean laundry and Jackson Calloway, grounding and distracting all at once. Jax bent and hooked two fingers under the flash drive, yanking it free from where it had wedged beneath the door. “Sit,” he said, gesturing with it toward the chair pulled up beside his desk. Ryder bristled, then did it anyway, dropping into the chair with a thud that felt louder than it should’ve. Jax took the seat in front of the desk, opened his laptop, and the screen flared to life. Blue light washed over his face and hands, sharpening angles, throwing shadows under his eyes as his attention narrowed to the file loading on-screen.

Thud. The sound of flesh colliding with something heavy. I pushed the door open. The noise echoed clearer inside. Punch. Punch. Punch. Relentless. I stepped in further, my eyes lifting— And there he was. Second floor. Behind the wide glass panel. Jaxon. Shirtless. Sweat slicking down his back, dripping off his jaw. Bandages wrapped carelessly around his knuckles — already stained. His morning wounds barely treated. His movements weren’t controlled.

Jaxon watched me like he was waiting for a report card. “Okay, fine,” I said, sipping again. “It helps a little.” His shoulders relaxed just a bit. Then he pulled something from behind his back like some magician doing a trick. A hot water bottle. My jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me?” “I read—” He stopped himself, cleared his throat, and started again. “It’s supposed to help with the pain.” I burst out laughing. “You read? Jaxon Carter, the guy who can barely read his math notes without whining, read about period cramps?”

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JAX: "With this ointment, the marks will quickly fade," the nurse at the infirmary said. "Thank you." She blushed. "Yes, Alpha Jax." "If you're okay, we can go now." I turned to Scarlett, who sat examining her semi-bruised wrist. "I'm okay." She stood and followed me as I led her to the car. My guards and chauffeurs were waiting, but I dismissed them, much to Scarlett's dismay.