For the rest of his life, Jax would never forget the sight that greeted him when he burst into Sarah’s house that night.
My dear sweet God. So much blood.
The whole room had been overturned, the furniture wrecked. There was broken glass everywhere, and the walls were covered with blood splatter.
But all Jax could see was the body on the floor, crumpled and broken. If he hadn’t seen those glorious red curls, those lush curves that he’d memorized with his hands and heart, he’d never have known who it was – her face was unrecognizable. Sick, weak, scared to death, he fell to his knees next to her.
“Sarah. Baby, can you hear me?” He reached out to touch her hair.
“Back up, Jax.” Mac shoved him with one hand. “Don’t touch her. I mean, at all.”
“Why not?”
“Because I think this is bad, ma
