Cassie’s mother laughed.
“Who the hell are you?”
Jax didn’t answer.
Instead, he pulled something from his vest pocket.
A folded piece of paper.
He handed it to Cassie’s mother.
She squinted at it.
Her face went white.
“That’s a restraining order,” Jax said.
“Filed this morning. You’re not allowed within 500 feet of your daughter.”
Cassie stared at him.
“What?”
Jax looked at her, his expression soft.
“Mrs. Ramona didn’t just call about prom, kid. She called about everything.”
Cassie’s mother’s hands were shaking.
“You can’t—she’s my daughter—”
“Not anymore,” Jax said.
He turned to the cop, who’d just walked in.
“Officer?”
The cop nodded.
“Ma’am, you need to come with me.”
As her mother was escorted out, screaming and sobbing, Cassie stood frozen.
Jax crouched down to her level.
“You got a choice to make tonight, Cassie. You can go home to that. Or you can come with us.”
“Come with you?” Cassie whispered.
