The rain kept falling hard enough to blur the entire city around us.
I tightened my grip on the motorcycle while my pulse slammed painfully against my ribs.
“Who shot him?” I shouted over the storm.
Jax kept scanning the rooftops behind us carefully, his body tense against mine.
“I do not know.”
That answer terrified me more than the gunfire because Jax was the kind of man who usually knew everything.
The motorcycle sped through another flooded street while thunder cracked violently above us.
My breathing still had not recovered from the tunnel crash or the biker. Or the fact that someone unknown had just saved our lives.
Jax suddenly grabbed my waist tighter.
“Take the next right.”
I obeyed immediately.
The streets here were narrower and darker, and most of the shops looked clo
