*Levi*
Rage punctures my gut as I listen to our tech guy pipe intel through the earpiece. My eyes flick from the metal floor of the van up to Jax, who sits opposite me in the back of the car. Like mine, his jaw clenches tighter with each revelation shared.
We learn that Christian is holed up on an estate east of the city on a small island.
Just a half-hour ago, an elderly waitress was serving dessert at the local diner while we awaited the intel update on Christian. The information came through as our tech guy scarfs down a chunk of chocolate cake with one hand and pinned his phone to his ear with the other.
The way he abandoned his cake, clearing the crumbs from his fingers, told me the call was what we were expecting. Especially as his eyes danced between me, Jax, and Mallon while he
