"You have exactly five seconds to explain why we shouldn't collect the bounty on your head."
Giska stared at the barrel of the kinetic rifle, his heart hammering against his chest like a trapped bird. The cold, mechanical indifference in Jax’s eyes was more terrifying than any threat he had ever faced in his entire corporate career. These were the men he had fed, the soldiers he had kept in luxury, now reduced to predatory scavengers for a new master. The silence in the underground bunker was absolute, punctuated only by the low, rhythmic hum of the ventilation system that was now actively poisoning the air.
"Five," Jax counted down, his finger tightening against the trigger guard.
"Wait!" Giska croaked, his voice cracking. "I have access to accounts that Zeldin doesn't even know abo
