“You want me to handle this with Frank and the tabloids?” “I’ve got it taken care of.” “Your mom loves Frank’s girl like her own, Jax,” he warned. “Yeah, and I love her more than I do my music, my life, and my damn soul combined,” I answered back. He sighed and ran a hand over his face. “I figured that. Be careful, then.” “Always am when it comes to what’s mine.”
