Trying Hard

Jax POV

I return and hold the cash out to her.

“There, cash. No trail. You’ll know I didn’t track you,” I say, praying she’ll take it. She shakes her head. “Why won’t you just take it and let us help?”

“Help?” She stands and glares at me, the pain in her eyes making my heart ache. “You mean like the other day? How you helped humiliate me? How you helped give Keeley some epic fucking pictures to go with her story about me? If you want to help, leave and never come back.”

“Just take the money,” I beg, desperate to know she at least has something to get by on.

She snatches the money from my hands, but instead of pocketing it, she storms into the bathroom, throws the bills into the toilet, and flushes them away. “Fine, what do you want?” I yell, my voice echoing off the tile.

“For you three to never fucking exist,” she says, her words hitting me like a punch to the gut. “For me to go back and have never met, I would actually fucking rather live with Carl or my stepdad than you three. I wa