Jax

"Why are we here?" Roxanne asks me as I pull in front of her apartment building. "Shouldn't we be going to the bar?"

"I'm not bringing you there, love," I tell her, my words coming out a little harsher than usual. 

She pouts. "I could be of help, Jaxon."

"No."

"But-" 

"I said no, Roxanne!" I growl at her and I feel her shy away from me. She hops off of my bike, not looking at me, and I instantly feel regret. "Shit, I'm sorry. I'm just stressing about this shit and-"

"Just go Jax," She says, forcing a smile. She kisses my cheek and heads towards the entrance to the apartment. I can feel her disappointment and it hurts me, but I don't stop her. Instead, I watch her disappear inside before taking off down the street to the bar. 

I'm teetering dangerously on the edge of sanity as I speed through the city. My entire body is shaking as my fury builds inside me - creating an everlasting fire within me. All I can see is red and the thirst for blood is all I can taste. 

I'm going to kill someone. 

I'm going to kill the Myers. 

William Myers killed my father without even hesitating. My father was on his knees in front of him, completely defenceless. He didn't have a gun. He didn't have his men to protect him. He only had me and his own two fists - that's it. 

So when William surrounded us with thirty of his men, I knew we were dead. I had to watch my father being shot down in front of me before being spit on by every single one of the Red Devils that surrounded us. 

I vowed to have William's head that day and I will be damned if I don't get it soon. 

As I pull into the bar's parking lot, my fury turns into pure rage. Devastation surrounds me. There are bullet holes covering the building. The windows we just replaced are smashed. Bikes are knocked over - some even on fire. The evidence of injuries is everywhere. 

There is no way we got out of this unscathed. 

The bar door is opened with such force that it bangs against the wall. Axel comes barrelling at me, aiming his fist for my face. 

"Where the fuck were you?!" He roars as I duck, his fist narrowly missing me. 

"You know where I was," I growl. 

He throws another fist at me, this time hitting my jaw. My head snaps to the side and I feel my control escaping me. "You better have a damn good reason for doing that," I state through gritted teeth. 

"She's fucking dead! They fucking killed her!"

"Who's dead?" I ask him, my impatience building. 

He roughly rubs his face. "Adalyn," He says, his voice low and thick with emotion. 

"What?"

"She's fucking dead. The Myer's kid got her. I couldn't get to her before he put a bullet into her." He says as he looks at me. There are so many unspoken words behind his eyes - so much intensity - and I have no idea what to say to him right now. 

"I'm sorry man."

"I'm gonna kill him, Jax. He's fucking mine. I wanted to tell you that first. I am going to beat the living shit out of him until he's begging me to end his fucking life." He says before turning on his heel and heading to his truck. He's in a dangerous state of mind right now, but there is no stopping him. I would be a fool to stop him. 

"Boss?" Slade says from behind me. 

Turning towards him, I nod in response. 

"It's bad, man. We lost four people including Adalyn and Frank. The other two were patrons. Van Haven was here to take the report. So, things should be okay that way." Richard Van Haven was one of many crooked cops in the Niagara Region. We paid him good money to cover for us - and I'm sure other clubs do the same. 

"This needs to end," I say, heading inside the club. "We can't keep losing people."

"Aye," Slade agrees as he follows behind me. "We need to come up with a plan."

I nod. "We need to wait for Axel to get in his right mind. Give him a day or two. Once he's back into this, we will iron out all the details. In the meantime, I need you to get Ryder to keep an eye on Roxanne. I need her safe."

"Aye. Although something tells me that girl wouldn't have any trouble keeping herself safe, boss."

I chuckle. "Agreed, but if the Red Devils find out about her..." I trail off.

"I know, boss. We won't let anything happen to her."

I nod. "Was my mother here?"

Slade shakes his head and relief fills me. "Nah, man. She left a couple hours before they showed up. Tanner is with her now making sure no one bugs her." He states. I lead him to my office. "We need to talk about this attack though. Something wasn't right. It was like they knew you were gone."

"They could be having me followed."

"Nah," He says shaking his head as he closes my office door behind me. "It was like they knew details about us. They knew where to hit first. We might have a mole in the club, Boss."

I groan, flopping into my chair. "That's just what we need."

Slade nods his agreement. "I think we should look into any new prospects. Maybe one of them-"

"Look into the whores too. I know there were a few new ones that joined the club a couple weeks ago. One of them is a dancer," I say, grabbing a folder out of one of my drawers. "I didn't hire her, Axel did. Her names Sierra Reid, but goes by Felicity."

He grimaces. "I know who you are talking about."

I raise my eyebrow but don't bother asking. I have a feeling I don't want details. "And ask Van Haven to check around his men. Maybe one of them is being paid for details."

He nods slowly, a question forming in his mind. I watch him hesitate for a moment - opening and closing his mouth a few times - before finally getting the courage to say the words. "Should I look into Roxanne?"

I growl, smashing my hands onto my desk. "Why the fuck would you ask that?!" I roar.

He doesn't flinch. "She's new. I know you haven't even had her checked out yet. You know it's pro-"

"I don't fucking care. She's clean. She was with me all night. She had nothing to do with this."

He raises his hands in surrender, backing towards the door. "Okay man. Just thought I'd ask."

"Don't you ever fucking question her again. You hear?"

"Loud and clear," He says as he opens my office door and leaves.

I wait for the click of the door shutting before I release my groan of frustration in an attempt to release the tension I'm feeling. I was wrong to drop Roxanne off at her apartment. I needed her right now. All I wanted was to be able to feel her body against mine - her sweet scent filling my nostrils with every inhale I take. 

Running my hand through my hair, I lean back into my chair and look up at the ceiling. What am I going to do? I ask myself over and over again. I feel helpless. I'm doing everything wrong. My men are getting hurt - some even killed. Things need to change. I need a plan. 

William has been a thorn in this club's side for two long. His life needs to end. His reign needs to be over. 

Fuck, there needs to be an end to any and all Myers. They are all evil. They all need to die. William's son and his daughter. I need names. I mentally write myself a memo to tell Slade to find out who the devil's spawn are. Maybe they are his weakness. Maybe that will be his downfall. 

Only one way to find out. 

Grabbing my phone, I dial Van Haven. If anyone would know who the Myers kids are it be him. 

He answers on the first ring. "What can I do for ya, Jax?" He says, his thick country accent annoying me instantly. 

"I need you to find out who are William's kids," I demand.

He chuckles, making me want to rip his throat out. I fucking hate this man. 

"No can do, Jax. William pays a hefty price for his kid's anonymity."

"I'll double it."

He laughs again. "You think I'm fucking stupid? Giving you the names of those two kids would put me six feet under faster than you can say Red Devils."

I growl. "I need those fucking names."

"So get one of your hoodlums to find out," He says. "'Cause you ain't getting nothin' from me."

"What the fuck do I pay you for?"

"My good looks," He chuckles. "You know damn well how useful I am. I just can't help you with this."

"Whatever," I say as I hang up on him before throwing my phone at the wall. "Fuck!"

I stand, my chair smashing to the ground. Stomping my way to my phone, I pick it up only to throw it down again. It's fucking shattered. Lovely. 

I drive my fist into the wall, leaving a large hole. My anger is rolling off of me in waves. I'm sure everyone can feel it. Pulling my hand from the wall, I ignore the little beads of blood forming and grab the bookshelf beside me, flipping it over with ease. 

Next to go is the TV hanging on the wall. It falls to the ground with a smash - the plastic frame cracking and various electrical parts spilling out over the floor. 

Without thinking, I grab a picture frame off of the wall and raise it above my head - but I stop. My dad is looking down at me. I lower the picture, not taking my eyes off of it. I set it upon my desk and sigh as a memory comes to mind. 

"If there is anything I can teach you, it's this," My father says as he throws his line into the water. He lets the line sink for a moment before reeling it in slightly until its tight. "You can't let anger fuel your decisions. That will get you killed. This world isn't made for the angry. It's made for the smart.

"If you keep a level head and don't let your anger to choose for you, you will live a long and happy life. You can't forget that." He watches me carefully. "You understand?"

"Yeah, I got you," I say, rolling my eyes.

"I mean it, Jaxon. This is important. A lot of leaders let their desire for revenge rule everything. You can't do that. Making rash decisions is what will put this fucking club into the ground."

"I know."

"Do you?" He asks, raising his brow. "Do you really? Because your actions today tell me otherwise."

I groan loudly, pushing my hand through my hair. "It was just a fucking fight, dad. It meant nothing."

"'It meant nothing,'" He repeats, chuckling. "Why did you fight then?"

"He knocked over my bike."

He bursts into laughter. "Are you trying to tell me that that fight wasn't fuelled by rage?" He scoffs. "Really, Jaxon? I expected better from you."

"I'll do better next time."

"I hope so, Jaxon. You got a lot of men and women relying on you. You will be President soon. They will look up to you for guidance and how to react in situations. If you are angry, they will be angry. If you are calm, they will remain calm. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Good," He says, giving me a rare smile. "I'm proud of you son."