Chapter 4
Sweat dripped down Jax’s forehead and burned his eye. He swiped at the irritation and kicked his feet over the side of the bed. His heels hit the carpet, then his toes, grounding him back in reality. He scrubbed a hand over his face and took a minute to regain his bearings.
The nightmares had become a part of his life—just something else he had to deal with. It was a relief when he finally woke, but those torturous minutes while his eyes were sealed, his mind stuck in a time he wanted to forget, was the ultimate hell. It was as if he was being punished, night after night, for surviving that day.
If he would have stopped Sanders, or if he would have been the one to approach the woman… Sanders was a good man. The best. He didn’t deserve to die. None of his brothers deserved to d
