Chapter 2 – Watson Blood
The phone kept vibrating in Keifer's hand. He finally swiped to answer, his voice sharp.
"What?"
Jay watched his expression change in seconds—anger shifting to alarm, then into something that looked a lot like fear. His knuckles whitened around the wheel.
"Keigan…" Keifer's tone dropped, low, urgent. "He locked himself in his room again?" A pause. "Keiren's with him? Sh*t. Don't let him hurt himself, I'm on my way."
When he hung up, Jay reached for his arm. "Keifer, what happened?"
He looked at her, torn between fury and worry. "It's Keigan. He—he shut himself in again. Keiren says he won't open the door." His jaw clenched. "I'll take you home first. Then I'll go."
Jay blinked at him, stunned. "Excuse me?"
"Jay—"
"No, don't 'Jay' me!" she snapped, twisting in her seat to face him fully. "You think I'm just going to sit at home while you deal with something like this? No way."
"It's not your business," Keifer shot back. His voice was sharp, but underneath it she heard panic. "This is my family."
Her glare softened only a fraction. "Exactly. And you're my…" She stopped herself, biting her lip. "You're my stubborn idiot. So of course I'm coming with you."
Keifer groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "You're impossible."
Jay lifted her chin. "And you love it."
The corner of his mouth twitched despite everything, like he couldn't decide whether to yell or kiss her again. Finally, he exhaled hard, turning the wheel.
"Fine," he muttered. "But if my brothers even look at you wrong, I'm locking you in my car."
Jay smirked, victorious. "We'll see about that, Mr. Watson."
And with that, the car sped toward the Watson house—where secrets, scars, and a locked door waited for them both