The Reapers rolled into the abandoned warehouse district, engines snarling as tires screeched against the cracked pavement. Jax’s heart pounded in his chest, a mix of adrenaline and hope fueling him. He’d been replaying it in his head the entire ride—storm in, grab Lena, bring her home. Simple.
But the moment they entered, silence swallowed the air. No ambush. No gunfire. Just the eerie echo of their boots crunching over glass and rust.
Priest’s brow furrowed. “Something’s off…”
Before Jax could respond, a slow clap echoed through the hollow space.
Gabriel emerged from the shadows, flanked by his men. His smile was calm, unsettling. But he didn’t raise his gun. Didn’t signal an attack.
Instead, he stepped aside and gestured.
From behind him, Lena walked forward.
Jax’s chest seized a
