Lena stood in the middle of the war room.
Not Jax, or Priest. Her.
“I want every internal message checked,” she said, her voice firm. “All communications from the last forty-eight hours. No outside lines. Keep it inside the network.”
The room went quiet.
Razor crossed his arms. “Since when do you give orders?”
Jax stepped forward. “Since now.”
No one argued after that.
Lena didn’t back down. “If that’s a problem for you, go join Gabriel. I hear he’s hiring new recruits.” Razor grit his teeth silently.
A few hours later, Priest brought her the evidence.
A short call — five seconds. It bounced through a Reaper server right when the garage gate was opened for repairs.
Lena looked at the screen.
The tag read: Mara.
An old Reaper. One of Jax’s people. Someone Lena barely knew. But s
