He turned away before she could see his expression crack.
This girl. This woman. She hadn’t just stumbled into the crossfire—she was the goddamn spark.
And somehow, he still didn’t want to let her go.
“You should’ve told me,” he said coldly.
“I was afraid you’d send me away.”
“I might’ve,” he said. “But not now. You’re in this deep, Lena. Deeper than either of us knew.”
A knock shattered the moment.
Hard. Twice. Then once..It was a signal used by them.
Jax grabbed his pistol, nodded at Lena to stay down, and opened the door.
But it wasn’t a Reaper. It was Diesel—the Reaper scout he’d sent to monitor cartel movement.
He was bleeding, and barely standing.
“They know,” Diesel croaked. “They know where she is. They’re coming for her. Full force.”
He collapsed at Jax’s feet.
Blood.
