Jax sits next to you at the clubhouse bar. His eyes bore into your face—your averted gaze.

Venus’ mother’s words ring through his head. How he didn’t deserve to have a child, how you’re gonna grow up hating him, the life you’re forced into, the lies you grew up on, and yourself.

He’ll never admit it, but he’s scared. He messed up. He can’t remember the last time he spoke to you. You were a wee toddler, at most.

As sad as it is, he doesn’t have anything to say to you.