THE LUNCH

PIPER'S POV

“What do you see Carty?!?” she yelled, walking back and forth in their living room, echoes the clicking noise of her two inches Valentino leather pump as it hits the black and white Greek key floor tiles, the feeling of the heaviness in her head trying to work with her vision on the happenings at the hall, her sweaty palm distracting her as she holds her finger on her temple.

“There's always something about Jax that is keeping him concealed from our vision. It happens every time! I just remembered when he got lost that only cops was able to find him. We are powerful yet we can’t search him if he will go missing!."