He looked calm. Gay sex A time.Friday. Said to bring the same stillness and power he’d been building for weeks. Tre’s fingers dug in.“You been thinkin’ about this?” he whispered.Jax grunted. “It shows up in how you move before the scene, not just inside one.”Tre nodded once.Jax reached into his pocket and handed him a folded paper—smaller this time.Tre unfolded it.A name. Pulled himself free. Shaking a little. “I’d be lying if I said no.”Jax looked at him full-on now. No—everything.He turned, moved slow through the suite. “This is a study.”Tre didn’t move yet. Just nodded, sweat dripping down his back, muscles tight and flexing.Tre pulled out.Jax almost collapsed.“On your back,” Tre said. He circled once behind him, then stopped just near his ear.“I trust what I see in you.”Then he stepped back and opened the second door in the wine room.Inside—dim lighting, soundproof walls, and a small setup:One chair. “Not for long.”He walked behind the couch, out of sight—but the mirror above the bar gave a full reflection. “Better than good.”Tre stepped beside him, watching the city light flicker across the glass towers.“I didn’t know what you were walkin’ into,” Tre said.“I did,” Jax replied.
