Jax
Engines cut.
Silence hit the desert like a slap.
Only the wind moved. It pushed sand across the broken gas station lot. My men stood close behind me. Nobody talked. Nobody joked. Even Tyler shut up, and that never happened.
I kept my eyes on Viper.
He walked slow, boots crunching gravel, hands loose at his sides like he had all night. Like we were already dead and he was just deciding how bored he wanted to be while doing it.
“Man,” he said, smiling. “You really showed up with cash. I almost feel bad.”
I didn’t answer.
Grizz stepped closer to me. “Too many of ‘em,” he muttered. Then looked around, trying to find a weak spot. But I’d done that before he did, and there was no weak spot.
Yeah. I counted fast. At least thirty. Maybe more behind the trucks.
We had six.
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