Sam's P.O.V.
My heart was in my throat as the crash reverberated through the house. Shards of glass sparkled on the floor, the jagged edges catching the faint glow of the overhead light. I gripped Jax’s arm tightly, my nails digging into his skin as panic clawed at my chest.
“We need to move,” Cara said sharply, her voice cutting through the chaos. She was already scanning the room, her body tense like a coiled spring.
Jax pulled away from my grasp, stepping forward to shield me. “Move where? They’re already here.”
Cara shook her head. “If they wanted to be seen, they’d be kicking down the door, not throwing bricks through windows. This is a warning, and we need to stay ahead of them.”
“A warning?” I snapped, my voice shaking. “What kind of psychopath leaves a message like this?”
Jax
