Closing the door, he dials the number.
"Hello." Jax looks around him, his head shaking.
"Simon, it's Jax. Remove me. I no longer want to take over Lucas's position, and I want to be demoted - no more high-risk stuff that could follow my arse home."
There is a short pause.
"Lucas said you would call. He said he messed up and pushed too far. Are you sure, Jax?" No doubt Lucas told him everything, worried Jax would do this.
"I'm sure. I want to take my leave now as well. Real leave. None of this you can do this at home as it's local. No calls, no texts, nothing." He needs to be with Melodie. He has put off his leave so many times.
"How long?"
Jax looks around him. How long does he want? "A year. I won't say the full two years. I want a year though. No missions, no matter how damn sma
