His Words

Jax POV

Our morning has been spent working, figuring out a way to stop Dhalia's stepfather from ever using her again. Carl is dead, regardless of what happens.

It would be easier if we didn't need to kill her stepdad as well, but something tells me he's just as bad as Carl. I've kept my mind focused on the here and now. I am not giving myself a chance to get carried away like I typically would.

Stepping into the room, Blake and Chase follow me. Mr Hurst looks at me and smirks.

"Here I was thinking you had given up on me," he laughs, and I don't respond. I walk in, pick up the dagger, and face him. "Wait, at least tell me what I've done to earn such wonderful hospitality." He chuckles.

Moving, I plunge the dagger into his shoulder; he screams and glares at me. "For using her," I growl and pull the dagger out again.

His head tilts, and he looks at me, confused.

"You will survive this, Mr Hurst, but fifty per cent of your businesses will be gone," Chase explains from behind me as I swing