Chapter Twenty – Six - Lines in the Sand
It started with a tip. A guy Priest had on the inside—small-time runner, loyal but quiet—spotted Dex at a private garage on the east side of the city. Off the grid, no cameras, only two exits. And worse, he wasn’t alone. The runner swore he saw Dex talking to a man with ties to the Santiago crew — a rival outfit that had been circling Jax’s territory like vultures for months. Jax didn’t wait. He rode out with Kellan and Priest, no entourage, no noise. Just the three of them, dressed in black and silence. The garage was half-lit when they got there. Dex’s bike was parked near the back. Sloppy. Jax expected more from someone who used to be smarter. “Back entrance,” Priest muttered, already moving. Jax followed, his mind clear. This wasn’t about rage. This was about resolution. Inside,
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