hs p

he baby L

called him John,

ly, but his mind was sti

n, chopped wood, seemed c

t after Leo' s first

the window, a stran

eyes sharp, focused i

e different, deeper. "My n

art s

bered. E

eces. A powerful family in N

ot at me, but at himse

r me," he said. "My famil

black helicopter la

sharp, efficient. Jax.

looked at me, at Leo

as a mask

voice strained. "It' s no

velope thick with c

. Start ov

e goodbye. He bar

ay by the helicopter, back t

felt lik

donm

a lonely woman, th

felt. That' s a