Jax looked down at his pinky toe, now red from his brother's brute force.
"You—"
He started to retort, but met his brother's intense glare. He gulped and retreated, waving a dismissive hand at the guards who had stepped forward to strike his brother.
"Don't mind. It was my fault; I moved my leg," Jax said, forcing a dismal smile. The woman on the bed dismissed the people in the room with a casual wave of her hand.
Once everyone had left, the baby in the cradle jumped out, toddled over to the bed, and kicked Jax square on the butt.
That was the last straw. The crew threw down whatever they had been holding and descended on Jax, beating him black and blue.
