Lola walked down the hallway in her oversized t-shirt that she’d slept in and the sweatpants she borrowed from Melissa. She hung the jacket on a pedestal next to the stairs and headed straight for Jax. 

She heard hushed voices the closer she got and didn't bother to knock when she arrived, but rather just stepped inside. He had after all given her a deadline.

“Lola,” Jax was leaning back against the desk and Lavina was standing with a smile and rose-tinted cheeks, holding ...