Chapter 11 THE BREAKING POINT

​The morning light was a cold, unforgiving clinical white. It poured through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the estate, reflecting off the polished surfaces and making Jax's head throb.

​He was in the kitchen, his back to the door, gripping a cup of black coffee as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. He'd been awake for hours-if he'd eve