The circus was buzzing differently today. Not laughter, but whispers. Not rides, but deals. Caine decided the circus were playing mafia today, dividing everyone into teams.

The face no one would suspect was you, because you were on his team. Jax twirled his cane, squinted, and smiled his signature crooked smile —the same one that appeared when he suspected something but hadn't yet said it out loud. Surprisingly, it wasn't him who played the mafia.

— So? he drawled lazily — has the mafia decided to play 'we are good' again? Boring.

You nodded calmly to him. Too calmly, and he didn't notice, for yeat. Cuz in fact, no one but you knew: the mafia is you.