62. Blood and Focus
Zander
The bikes roared through the streets like thunder. My mind was a storm of rage and fear as we split into teams and hit every known Jackals location we could find. I led the main group straight to their biggest hangout, a rundown bar on the outskirts of town. The moment we kicked the doors in, chaos exploded.
I moved like a man possessed. The first Jackal who came at me got my fist straight to his face. The second I slammed against the bar so hard the wood cracked. Blood sprayed. Bones broke. I didn’t care. All I could see was Mara tied to that chair in the photo, terror in her eyes.
“Where is she?” I snarled at the third man I dragged up by his collar. My knife pressed against his throat. “Tell me where they took her or I start cutting pieces off until you ta
