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Chapter 14: Ghost Protocol
The stolen sedan barreled through the night, windshield streaked with rain and red warning light. Jax’s hands gripped the steering wheel like it could hold together the unraveling.
In the backseat, the rescued captives sat quiet—traumatized, barely speaking. Sienna kept looking at them like she wanted to say something, do something, anything.
But there were no words for what they’d seen.
Jax’s jaw was locked. His mind wasn’t on the road. It was in that shipping container.
“You okay?” Sienna asked finally.
He didn’t answer right away.
Then—“They were kids.”
“Not much younger than us when Kane took you in,” she replied.
Jax exhaled through his nose. “Yeah. That’s the part that keeps burning.”
The Message Left Behind
Back at the warehouse, Pierce waite
