Jax's Pov
The night wind stung Jax’s face as the Blackfangs roared through the dark, engines growling like wolves hunting prey. His hands gripped the handlebars so tight his knuckles burned, the leather biting into his skin. His heart pounded in time with the bike’s thunderous roar, a desperate drumbeat against his ribs. Every second felt like a lifetime slipping away.
Lila. Sarah.
His daughter’s bright, innocent smile. Sarah’s haunted, weary eyes. Both of them, so precious, so vulnerable, slipping further from his reach with every agonizing beat of his engine. The thought was a raw ache in his chest, a burning urgency that fueled his speed. He pushed his bike harder, ignoring the chill that cut through his leather vest.
They reached the Vultures’ bar — the kind of place where death li
