Three men was already dead at the perimeter by the time we got there.
The front gate was a jagged, smoking ruin of twisted iron and shattered concrete.
Alarm sirens wailed, a high-pitched, relentless shriek that vibrated in the marrow of my bones. Emergency floodlights bathed the c*****e in an unforgiving, sterile white color.
Jax was already in motion. He moved with a terrifying, fluid precision and he was no longer a man anymore. He was a machine calibrated for violence.
He stood in the center of the chaos, issuing orders that were sharp, short, and absolute.
"Secure the perimeter," he barked. "Check for secondary devices. Now."
I watched him from the shadows of the courtyard. The fire from the gate threw frantic, orange light across his face and carved deep hollows into his che
