Walking into the kitchen, he looks at Dale.
"She's a f*****g kid, Dale." He moves, walking to the girl, his hands going to untie her as Dale pulls him back.
"A kid with a gun that killed Dexter, and a hell of a bite on her as well." One of Dale's men holds up his arm, showing him the blood running down from it.
Jax turns and looks at the girl. "How old are you?" She shouldn't have been brought into this, and hell she shouldn't be held responsible for someone using her as bait.
"Old enough to know what I signed up to." She screws her face up to Jax. He shakes his head.
"Look, you're a child, who sent you and this i***t here?" Jax kicks the guy's foot. He is too far gone and won't wake any time soon.
She laughs, looking at him. "What a shame." Jax looks at her, confused. He won't hur
