JAX'S POV
The sound of glass shattering downstairs rang out through the dark loft like a gun blast. I froze over Val, my body going rock hard, every instinct I had as a Vice President instantly kicking into overdrive.
Val gasped beneath me, her hands tightening on my back. "Jax..."
"Stay quiet," I growled softly into her ear.
I rolled off her fast, sliding off the edge of the mattress without making a sound. The dark was total, no streetlights outside, no power in the building. Just nothing.
I reached down beside my duffel on the floor, my fingers wrapping around the cold, familiar iron of my knuckle duster. I slipped it over my right hand, feeling the weight settle against my fingers.
A soft click sounded behind me. I turned to see the dim beam of a tactical flashlight slicing throu
