chapter 4 the deal goes wrong
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### **Chapter 4: The Deal Goes Wrong**
Jax didn’t trust silence.
In his world, silence wasn’t peace—it was a warning. A predator’s breath before the kill.
And right now, standing in the abandoned warehouse with **Victor Kane’s men surrounding him**, silence pressed against his skin like a loaded gun.
Sienna was at his side, stiff, alert. **Wrong place, wrong time.**
But there was **no turning back now.**
“This wasn’t the deal,” Jax said, voice low, controlled, but razor-sharp.
Kane’s second-in-command, **Felix Reyes**, smiled. **Too easy. Too smug.**
“Yeah?” Felix murmured, tilting his head. “Plans change.”
Jax clenched his fists.
Kane had promised this would be **his final deal**—one last drop, one last exchange, **then freedom.**
But the **cash wasn’t on the table.**
Instead? **Guns. Crates. Something big.**
Jax exhaled slowly.
He **was being set up.**
And worse—**Sienna was in the middle of it.**
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### **The Betrayal Unfolds**
Felix turned his gaze to Sienna.
Jax **didn’t like that.**
“You got a lot of nerve bringing someone like her here,” Felix muttered, amusement curling in his tone. **Too casual.** Like he was assessing value.
Jax stepped forward. **Slow. Controlled. Dangerous.**
“She’s not part of this,” Jax said, voice edged in warning.
Felix smirked.
“See, Ghost,” he murmured, “that’s where you’re wrong.”
Then—**guns c****d. Safety switches clicked.**
Jax **felt the shift** before it even happened.
He grabbed Sienna’s wrist, yanking her behind him **just as the first shot rang out.**
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### **Gunfire and Escape**
Chaos exploded.
Bullets ripped through the air. Jax **moved on instinct**, pulling Sienna toward cover, knocking over crates to block their path.
Felix was laughing—**like this was a game.**
Jax grabbed a discarded gun from the floor, firing back, **shattering the smirk off Felix’s face.**
They **needed to get out.**
Sienna stumbled, gripping Jax’s arm. “What the hell is happening?”
“Betrayal,” Jax gritted out, scanning the exit. **“Welcome to my world.”**
She didn’t flinch.
And for the first time, **he realized she wasn’t running.**
She was **fighting to stay beside him.**
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### **Escape or Sacrifice?**
They reached the alley.
Jax pressed his back against the wall, breath sharp, muscles burning. He could hear Felix shouting orders—**they weren’t done hunting yet.**
He looked at Sienna.
Her hair was wild, skin flushed, eyes **burning with adrenaline.**
“You should have run,” he muttered.
Her chest rose and fell. **Fast. Steady. Unshaken.**
“No,” she whispered. **“I should have found you sooner.”**
Jax stared at her.
Then—he kissed her.
Hard. Desperate. **Like they didn’t have time for regrets.**
Because they didn’t.
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Jax never ran.
It wasn’t in his nature. If there was a fight, he faced it. If there was a threat, he eliminated it.
But tonight—**running wasn’t an option.**
He and Sienna had barely made it out of the warehouse alive. **Bullets had ripped through crates, glass had shattered around them, and Kane’s men had nearly closed in.**
Now, they were holed up in the back of an abandoned diner, the fluorescent buzz of a dying light flickering above them.
Jax **wasn’t okay.**
A deep gash ran along his shoulder, blood soaking through his shirt. He barely felt it—the adrenaline had numbed everything but the sharp awareness of **her presence.**
Sienna knelt in front of him, pressing a rag against the wound.
“You’re going to bleed out,” she murmured, voice steady.
Jax smirked. “Not today.”
Her eyes flicked up—hazel burning against his skin.
“Stop making jokes like this isn’t serious,” she snapped.
Jax exhaled slowly. **She was afraid. Not for herself—**for him.**
That was new.
No one feared for him.
No one ever cared if he walked away from a fight breathing.
But she did.
He reached up, fingers brushing her wrist, stopping her movement.
“I’ve taken worse,” he said quietly.
She shook her head, biting her lip, **and for the first time, he saw it—her fight to hold herself together.**
This wasn’t just about survival anymore.
This was about **what they meant to each other.**
And that scared him more than the blood dripping onto the floor.
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### **Outside the Diner – The Next Threat**
They couldn’t stay here.
Jax pushed himself up, ignoring the pain slicing through his shoulder.
Sienna stood with him.
“We need to go,” she said.
He looked at her—standing at his side, unshaken. **Not running. Not questioning.**
She was in this. **With him.**
Jax nodded once. **Then, they moved.**
But as soon as they stepped outside, **they weren’t alone.**
Victor Kane leaned against a sleek black car at the end of the alley, his gaze sharp, mouth curved into something **cold and amused.**
“I told you,” Kane murmured, “you don’t get to walk away.”
Jax pulled Sienna behind him. **Protect first. Fight second.**
Kane sighed, shaking his head.
“She’s a problem, Ghost,” he mused. **“But I can fix that.”**
Jax **saw red.**
In less than a second, **he had his gun up, aiming straight at Kane’s head.**
Sienna gasped behind him.
But Jax didn’t hesitate.
“She’s not part of this,” he growled. **“You want me, take your shot. But you don’t touch her.”**
Kane smirked.
**Then—gunfire.**
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