Jake stood in the center of the warehouse like a force on the edge of eruption. The flickering lights above cast shadows across his sharp jaw, and his breath came slow and deliberate—as if he were trying to suppress the storm within him.
He had no idea who this man really was.
Even though the bastard wore his scars like a badge of vengeance, and claimed to be some resurrected remnant from the Headless Angels’ past, Jake knew something didn’t add up. This wasn’t the new leader of the Headless Angels. No, this man had simply hijacked their name, twisted it, and used their remnants like pawns in a game far bigger than any of them realized.
He said I burned him alive years ago.
But Jake never left unfinished business.
He was precise. Cold. Deadly. If he wanted someone dead, they stayed d
