Chapter 15

I stop just outside the living room. Jackson, Cole, Vance, and Ford have their heads together, their voices low.

“You sure you can trust her?” Vance asks.

“You sure you can trust Carla?” Jackson spits out.

“She’s my wife, motherfucker. Of course I trust her.”

“Don’t pull your shit with me, Vance. She was a random girl you saw at the club one night, and that was it. You claimed her as yours and didn’t care how insane you became because of it. I was there when you chopped off a dude’s finger ’cause he touched her elbow. One look at her, and you’d claim her as your ride or die. Ashley is mine. None of you fuckers are to scare or intimidate her. You give her the same level of respect you give me. Got it?”

The three of them exchange tense looks. I don’t want Jackson to lose his family because of me.

“If you say she’s in, then she’s in,” Cole says. “I’ll always have your back.”

The other two nod, which seems to satisfy Jackson.

“So who’s watching him at the warehouse?” Jackson asks.

“Tony a