Flight Through Fire
1174 Words
Sudden gunshots shattered the silence. Sparks flew as bullets ripped through crates and concrete.
Lena screamed loudly, then ducked behind a stack of pallets, heart pounding so loud she thought it might pull out from her chest any moment. Quickly, she pressed the tracking device Jax had given to her in the form of an earpiece.
Mara was already moving, pulling the shaking Lena toward a rusted side door. “Stay close. We’re almost out.”
"Oh! Jax! Jax! Please pick up! Please!" She whimpered with trembling lips while running behind Mara.
Suddenly Jax’s voice crackled in her earpiece.
“Lena, what’s your status? You’re cutting out—”
“Jax! Oh thank goodness ! Jax! I’m with Mara, but we’re under fire. Need extraction—NOW.”
At once, an explosion echoed outside. The cartel was relentless in finding them both.
They burst through the door into the night — only to find motorcycles revving, blocking their path.
Lena’s breath caught. "Oh my god! Jax! They are getting closer!"
Jax’s voice again: “Hold tight. I’m coming for you.”
"Run faster, miss!" Mara scream while running ahead of her.
Suddenly, the roar of engines split the night as Jax and the Dead Reapers thundered in like a storm form the distance.
"Get them!" Of the intruders scream loudly at his men, and
bullets flew faster than the shadows, tires screeched — chaos erupting in a brutal ballet of metal and gunfire.
Jax’s eyes locked on Lena and Mara, cornered but defiant.
With a savage roar, he charged, barreling through cartel bikes and men.
Diesel and Tank flanked him, their shots driving enemies back.
Jax skidded to a halt, pulling Lena onto his bike, Mara closed behind, suddenly she grunt loudly, eyes wide open before slowly falling to the ground.
“Mara..!” She has been hit on the head.
“Hold on! There is no time to save her” he barked, twisting the throttle.
The streets blurred into streaks of neon and danger.
Behind them, cartel engines screamed in pursuit.
But with every mile, Lena felt the weight of fear lift—replaced by something raw, fierce, and alive.
Jax glanced back, voice rough but steady: “You’re mine now. And I’m never letting go.”
The city lights faded behind them as Jax pulled into a secluded cabin nestled deep in the woods — a safe house, far from the chaos.
Lena sat beside him, heart still racing but a strange calm settling in.
Jax lit a cigarette, the glow casting flickering shadows over his rugged face.
“You alright?” he asked, voice low.
She nodded, fingers nervously twisting a strand of hair. “I never thought I’d survive this… but here I am.”
He laughed—a dry, almost bitter sound. “You’re tougher than you look.”
Silence stretched between them, charged and heavy.
Lena finally met his eyes. “Jax… why do you keep coming back for me?”
His gaze softened. “Because you remind me there’s still something worth fighting for.”
No kisses. No promises.
Just a fragile understanding — the kind that could either break or bind them forever.
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The cabin sat heavy beneath the towering pines, the only sound the soft crackle of the fire and the distant call of night birds. Inside, the worn wooden walls seemed to hold secrets of their own—stories of escape, hiding, and fragile hopes.
Jax leaned back in a battered armchair, cigarette smoke curling around him like a veil, his dark eyes fixed on the flames. Lena sat opposite, knees drawn up, clutching a threadbare blanket around her shoulders as if it could shield her from the storm they’d just fled.
The silence was thick—heavy with all the words neither dared say aloud.
After a long pause, Lena broke it, voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t understand… Why me? Why drag yourself into this mess for someone like me?”
Jax’s jaw tightened, the usual hardness in his eyes giving way to something more vulnerable. “Because, Lena… you’re not like anyone I’ve ever met. You’re not just another mark, or some bargaining chip.”
He stubbed out the cigarette and leaned forward, voice low and rough with emotion. “You remind me of who I could’ve been. Before all this… before the blood, the violence, the endless war.”
Lena swallowed, heart pounding—not from fear, but something unfamiliar, something stirring beneath the surface. “I’m scared, Jax. Scared of what’s coming. Scared that if I let myself trust you, I’ll lose everything.”
He stood, moving to the window where moonlight spilled over his tattooed arms, muscles tense as if ready to snap.
“Trust isn’t a luxury in my world,” he said quietly. “But with you, it’s the only thing that feels real.”
She wanted to reach out, to bridge the distance—but the weight of their worlds pressed between them like a wall.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed—a sharp, urgent vibration that shattered the fragile peace.
Jax grabbed it, eyes scanning the message. His face hardened instantly.
“They’re moving faster than we thought,” he said, voice clipped. “The cartel knows Santos is dead, and that you have the ledger. They’re coming for the ledger. For you.”
Lena’s stomach clenched.
“Then we have to fight back,” she said, determination igniting in her eyes. “Not just run. And I am f*****g tired of running all my life! ”
Jax nodded slowly. “We do this my way. We hit their operations. We take away what they need. We make them bleed.”
She met his gaze, fierce and steady.
“No more hiding. No more running.”
For the first time since this nightmare began, hope flickered.
And with it, the dangerous promise of a future together.
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The fire had burned low when Jax finally spoke again, his voice a rasp thick with old scars.
“This war… it’s not just about turf or power. It’s about survival. About blood debts no one can escape.”
Lena listened intently, the flickering flames painting his face with shadows, revealing lines of pain she’d never seen before.
He took a slow breath, eyes distant.
“My father was a legend in this world—a man who ruled with iron and fire. But his legacy wasn’t honored. It was broken promises, betrayals... and a darkness I inherited whether I wanted it or not.”
He turned, gaze locking on hers.
“I’ve done things—things I’m not proud of. Killed friends, made enemies… and every one of them haunts me.” Lena’s heart ached at the confession, but she held steady.
“Then maybe this fight… this ledger, this war — it’s your chance. To end it. To finally choose what kind of man you want to be.” Jax’s jaw clenched.
“We don’t get second chances in my world.”
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