From Greasy Queen To Polished Power
of their last night. Ava had stayed, a final, raw goodbye that felt more like a habit th
ully neutral. "So, we're clear?
rl in ripped jeans and a Ramones t-shirt, eager t
twenty-year-old, Jax?" s
his is it. Maybe lay off the whiskey for a bit,
htened something in her ches
lea
r arm, his grip surprisingly strong. "Hold u
her arm, then up at his
spirit he'd both admired and trie
s particular storm s
ng about the weather. He
a hand through his
he counter. He glance
up?... Yeah, I'm here... Okay, okay, calm dow
d back to Ava, a new
k it's better if you two..
t, or even process, he
d on up when you get
"She's... not complicated. You're a smart woman, you'll understand. She'
ife where she'd been his queen, his old lady, styled
ng. Jax went
l and hesitant, her eyes wide. She
oice soft. She saw Ava
ily's shoulders. "Lily,
a small, ne
ng. She fumbled for i
er voice tight with distress. "What?
nderson is saying I'm late on rent, he's threatening
on't worry. I'll handle it." He glanced at Av
arm protectively around h
in the loft, the echo of "sw