Smoke still hung inside the old mill, thick and acrid, clinging to the rusted beams overhead. Brothers moved through the debris, boots crunching on shattered glass and spent shell casings. Doc knelt beside the wounded, his hands steady as he worked under the dim emergency lights. Jezebel had vanished despite the gunshot. No body. No blood trail beyond a few scattered drops that ended abruptly at the tree line. She had slipped away like smoke.
Jax paced the main floor, jaw tight, voice low and commanding as he issued orders. “Secure the perimeter. No one leaves until we sweep every inch. She didn’t just disappear.”
Knox kicked at a loose board, his blunt anger barely contained. “I should’ve put a bullet in her when I had the chance. This is on me.”
Ryder moved quietly through the shadows
