Jax's Point of View
I paced outside the hospital room, my heart pounding in my chest. I could hear the faint beeping of the machines, the slow, steady hum of life support as it kept Benson tethered to the world. It had been days since he was put into that coma, and I didn’t know how I felt about any of it.
On one hand, Benson wasn’t really my brother. Not in the way people thought, at least. He was a bastard, a reminder of my father’s greatest shame. But still, he was family. I couldn’t shake that. And watching him suffer, seeing him beaten and broken, it did something to me. Something I didn’t quite understand.
“Jax.” My father’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Axel McKee stood at the end of the hallway, his tall figure imposing as always, dressed in his usual tailored suit. His g
