Page 66 of Jax & Knox

The way she looked at me.

Not with fear.

With pity.

Like I was pathetic.

Like I was nothing.

That's when I knew.

She was planning to leave.

She was planning to take Owen and disappear.

And I was right.

I'm always right.

My phone buzzes again.

I ignore it.

Instead, I pull up the photos I took yesterday.

Ainsley at the bar, serving drinks.

Ainsley walking into a small cottage on the edge of the property.

Ainsley standing on the porch with both bikers, their hands on her, their mouths on her.

I zoom in on her face.

She looks... content.

No.

She looks brainwashed.

They've gotten into her head.

They've convinced her she's safe.

But she's not.

She'll never be safe without me.

I open the glove compartment and pull out the burner phone I bought three days ago.

Untraceable.

Unregistered.

Perfect.

I scroll through the photos on my camera, selecting the best ones.

Owen on the swing.