Shit, I think I fell asleep on the couch.
What time is it? Three am? Damn.
Maeve must be sleeping hard. All that time with Elena probably made her tired. Usually she’ll wake me up in the middle of the night.
Where is Jax?
I check my phone, but there are no new texts. He said he was going to get a ride.
Did Alexei talk him into something stupid? That guy is a wild card.
After sending Jax a quick message, I make myself a cup of tea and head to the bedroom. Tonight was so crazy. I get why he needed some space.
When an hour goes by, and I still haven’t heard anything, a knot of worry starts to grow in my belly.
How do I get a hold of Alexei? At least I have Nikolai’s number.
Me: Nikolai, It’s Sofia. I’m sorry it’s late, but Jax hasn’t come home. Can I get Alexei’s number?
Nikolai: Sleeping with Alexei is not a good idea.
Me: NO. Alexei was supposed to pick up Jax hours ago.
Nikolai: Standby
My mug is empty after nervously sipping it before Nikolai replies back.
Nikolai: Alexei was sleeping. He never heard from Jax.
Me: What? Where the hell is he?
Nikolai: We will find him
Making sure my phone is plugged in, I stare at it, hoping for some sort of response.
Please, Jax. Tell me where you are. Every time I call his number, it goes straight to voicemail. I want to smash it against the wall.
When he left, he was in a bad place. But when I talked to him, he sounded much happier and eager to come home.
My belly flops. What if he got hurt? Arrested? Do mafia men get arrested? Did some of his old trouble catch up with him?
With a spinning head, I curl up in our bed and pull Jax’s pillow close to me. It smells like him. Not like the real thing, but makes it easier to fall into a restless sleep until he’s home.
