Chapter 48:
Jayson's POV
The wind howled like a beast as the helicopter blades cut through the frozen Russian air. I looked down at the blanket of white below, vast, endless, and suffocating. Somewhere beneath that snow-covered wilderness was the place I swore I’d never return to.
The prison.
It was buried so deep underground that even the devil would think twice before stepping in.
“We’re here,” the pilot said, his thick accent slicing through my thoughts. “Five minutes.”
I nodded and adjusted the black gloves on my hands, tightening them as the metal bird began to descend onto a narrow helipad surrounded by nothing but ice, barbed fences, and cold steel watchtowers. The sight alone pulled old memories I’d buried so deep.
As soon as the chopper touched down, I stepped out, boots cr
