C22 Family Lies

A black SUV crunched over the gravel driveway leading to the Big Sur cabin late the next afternoon. Elara watched from the window as Diego Rivera stepped out, carrying two large duffel bags. Jax’s uncle looked every bit the shady businessman, sharp suit slightly rumpled, gold chain glinting at his neck, and a smile that never reached his cold eyes.

Jax tensed beside her, shoulders rigid