C28 Wounded Possession
The new hiding spot was a tiny beach house perched on stilts near the San Diego cliffs, far enough from the main roads to feel forgotten. Elara helped Jax inside after the beach shooting, his blood soaking through the makeshift bandage on his shoulder. He winced but refused to let her call anyone, insisting it was only a graze. Still, the bullet had torn a nasty path across the muscle
