Kai’s POV

“How is he? Did he say anything about me? Was he... okay all these years? Is he coming tomorrow? Jax—does he still hate me?”

My voice cracked on the last question, but I didn’t care. The dam had broken the moment Jax walked in, and I couldn’t stop the flood.

“Jesus Christ, Kai! Let me get through the damn door before you attack me with an emotional ambush,” he huffed, brushing past me like I hadn’t just bare my soul in five gasping ...