“I’m not running.”
“I mean it, Lena.”
“So do I.” Their eyes locked—fire and fear and something dangerously close to love.
Then came the sound they’d all been waiting for. Engines, and laughter.
And the devil’s breath before the storm.
The engines rumbled closer.
Six bikes. Two black SUVs. High beams slicing through the trees.
Jax stood at the edge of the ridge, shotgun slung over his shoulder, jaw tight.
“They’re early,” Nina muttered, peering through her scope. “Must’ve taken the side trail.”
“Good,” Jax growled. “Let ’em walk into hell faster.”
Wraith gave the signal—three fingers up, one down. Take positions...
Lena crouched behind the old log bunker she helped build. Her fingers gripped the knife Jax gave her, but her heart slammed against her ribs like a war drum.
She watc
