“Good. Let him think he’s ready. By the time I’m done, he won’t even see me coming.” Jaxon’s voice was flat, a blade without shine. Marco had seen him angry before, but this wasn’t anger, it was focus and that was far more dangerous.
“Crew’s ready when you are,” Marco said quietly.
“Not yet.” Jaxon spread a map across the table, marking routes in red ink. “We hit his perimeter first, bleed him slow. I want his guards twitchy and tired when I walk through that door.”
Marco hesitated. “And Raven?”
Jaxon’s hand tightened on the pen. “She’s alive. Zane wouldn’t kill her, not yet. He thinks she’s leverage.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. “He’s wrong.”
Raven sat on the edge of the leather sofa, wrists raw from the ropes. The lamp buzzed overhead, throwing long shadows that made the room feel s
