The last fight

chapter 7 the trap is set

### **Chapter 7: The Trap is Set**

Jax had made plenty of calls in his life.

Deals that determined survival. Agreements built on violence. Promises that never lasted.

But this call?

This was the **final one.**

Victor Kane picked up on the second ring.

“You’re finally ready to stop running,” Kane mused, his voice lazy, amused—as if this was some game he knew he was winning. “Wise choice.”

Jax leaned against the kitchen counter, rolling his aching shoulder, staring at the gun in front of him.

“No more games,” he said, voice cold, calculated. “One final deal.”

Silence stretched.

Then—Kane chuckled.

“And if I say no?”

Jax exhaled slowly, fingers tapping against the counter. **Every move measured.**

“Then I stop playing fair.”

Another pause.

Kane hummed, thoughtful, savoring the tension like a predator dragging out the kill.

“I’ll see you soon, Ghost.”

The line went dead.

Jax stared at the phone.

**The trap was set.**

Now—they just had to **survive it.**

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### **Tension Before the Storm**

Sienna sat on the worn leather couch, knees pulled up, watching Jax carefully.

“You’re sure about this?” she asked.

Jax met her gaze. **“There’s no other way.”**

She inhaled sharply, searching his expression, looking for something—**maybe reassurance, maybe certainty.**

She wouldn’t find it.

Jax wasn’t **sure** of anything.

All he knew was that Kane wasn’t the type to let loose ends live.

And Sienna?

**She was his loose end.**

“I won’t let him touch you,” Jax murmured.

She swallowed hard. “What if it’s not me he wants?”

Jax exhaled, running a hand over his jaw, tension gripping his body.

“Then we make sure I walk out alive.”

Sienna **shook her head.**

“No,” she whispered, voice firm. **“We make sure *we* walk out alive.”**

Jax stared at her.

Then—**he kissed her.**

Slow this time, steady, like the quiet before war.

Because that’s what this was—**a war.**

And it was **starting now.**

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### **The Meet—Fire in the Dark**

They arrived at the abandoned train yard at midnight.

Jax stepped into the open, gun heavy at his side, **muscles coiled, ready for whatever Kane had planned.**

Sienna stayed close. **Not afraid. Just ready.**

Kane’s black SUV pulled up.

Felix Reyes stepped out first—**smiling like he already had the kill lined up.**

Then—**Kane.**

Still smirking. **Still standing.**

Despite the wound Jax had given him.

“You sure you want to do this, Ghost?” Kane asked, adjusting his cuff. **“I could make things easy for you.”**

Jax smirked. “You don’t do *easy*, Kane.”

Kane chuckled. “That’s true.”

Then—**guns c****d. Safeties clicked.**

It was time.

**One way or another—this ended tonight.**

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Jax knew this moment was inevitable.

The abandoned train yard stretched out beneath the moonlight—rusted tracks, graffiti-stained freight cars, and silence so thick it felt like it could snap. The final meeting place. The trap.

He felt Sienna beside him. Solid. Steady. Not a single flinch in her stance, even though she knew this could be the end.

Victor Kane had come.

Black SUV. Four men. One bleeding heart beneath a designer suit.

And a smirk that said he still believed he’d win.

“You could’ve had it all, Ghost.” Kane’s voice cut clean through the space. “But you chose the girl.”

Jax didn’t blink. “I chose freedom.”

Kane smiled like a man who still held the detonator. “She’s not your freedom, Mercer. She’s your leash.”

Behind him, Felix Reyes stepped forward, gun already drawn.

Sienna reached for her sidearm—calm, sharp-eyed. Jax saw her finger steady on the trigger. Not out of panic. Out of purpose.

God, she had guts.

Kane waved a hand. “Let’s end the fairytales.”

He raised his gun

and Jax moved.

One shot.

Then two.

Then chaos.

Reyes dove. Sienna fired. Jax spun and took cover behind a rail post, his shoulder screaming from the days-old wound.

Another shot closer this time.

Sienna ducked beside him, gasping. “Three more—left side!”

Jax nodded once. “Cover me.”

He sprinted out—pain forgotten, body fueled by instinct. Three rapid rounds. Two dropped. One returned fire.

And then silence.

A crunch of gravel.

Kane stepped out, gun aimed, limping slightly.

Face bruised. Suit torn. But smile intact.

“Still think you’re getting out?” he asked.

Jax raised his weapon. “Still think I’m asking?”

They stood there—opposites. One born of empire, the other of ashes.

Sienna whispered behind him, “Jax.”

He heard it.

He felt it.

And for once, he wasn’t fighting for survival.

He was fighting for her

He pulled the trigger.

Kane staggered.

Dropped.

Didn’t get back up.

Jax lowered his gun.

Silence swallowed the yard.

Felix was gone. Kane’s men scattered. The war was over.

Sienna stepped toward him, eyes wide. “Is it done?”

Jax looked at the body. Looked at her.

“No more second chances,” he said. “Only one life now. Ours.”

She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to.

She just reached for his hand.

And together, they walked away from the wreckage.