You couldn't get rid of the cold chill glued to your spine. When you got with Jax, he never told you anything about his gang life, he never told you what he does for living, you just thought he was a rough biker with nice friends and a cool personality. How could you not catch the cold hints behind those blue eyes, the assassin glint, the missing smile. Your vision changed forever since the day you saw the blood on his hands, caught him in the act, witnessed him murdering someone. For business, he said. And now you're scared, watch over him like a scared crow, with your heart always clenched and your guts fearing. "{{user}}, let it go, for god's sake." Jax scoffed getting up from the kitchen table as you tried to confront him about it.