The roar of the crowd hit me like a slap as Jax pulled me through the hidden entrance into the underground fighting cage he secretly ran.
"Stay close and keep your head down," Jax muttered, his hand firm on my lower back. The air was thick with sweat, blood, and cheap beer. Dim red lights hung over a chain link cage in the center of the old warehouse basement. Shouts echoed off concrete walls as two fighters already circled each other.
I tugged my hood lower. "You run this place? An illegal wolf pit? After all the lectures about smart moves, this is where you bring me?"
Jax scanned the room, nodding to a couple of burly guys near the bar. "Information flows here better than anywhere else. After that drive from your dad's contact, we need real dirt on Darius and the labs. People talk lo
