The docks were burning. Smoke rolled thick over the crashing waves, the air filled with the thunder of gunfire and the metallic tang of blood. Jax’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade, sharp and commanding.
“Fall back! Reapers, hold the line and move!” His roar carried above the storm, snapping men out of their daze, forcing them to rally.
Priest dragged a wounded soldier to cover while the rest formed a tight perimeter around Lena, protecting her as they carved a bloody path through Gabriel’s men. Every step was a fight, every breath a gamble.
But something was wrong. Jax felt it in his bones. The resistance was too fierce, too coordinated.
And then he saw him.
Gabriel.
He emerged from the shadows of a towering crane, his suit pristine despite the c*****e, his dark eyes locked
