Jax’s POV
‘Didn't mean to scare the ladies’, I thought, wiping the last of the loan shark’s blood onto the towel. But sometimes, a show of force is the best kind of lesson. For everyone.
Those two idiots would wake up in a dumpster with broken jaws and a new understanding: The Rusty Nail paid its own protection. To the Reapers. No one else.
I tossed the towel to Bones and turned. The bar was quiet, the air thick with the smell of fear and cheap beer. All eyes were on me. Good. Let them look.
I walked straight to the back table where the six new guys were waiting. The “fresh meat.” They’d seen the whole thing. Their postures were rigid, their faces careful masks. Except for the big one, the tree-trunk neck guy. His eyes were a little too wide. He’d frozen in his chair, a beer bottle gr
