Back at the Reaper compound, the video came in. Uncut.... And raw.
Everyone went quiet as Lena watched it play. Dead bodies. Screams are they were being killed. The mocking message.
Gabriel wanted to break her.
But instead of fear, something cold and unshakable locked into place in her chest.
“Call everyone,” she told Jax. “Every ally. Every unsure club. Every biker who owes you anything.”
Jax raised an eyebrow. “For what?”
Lena met his eyes, her voice steady.
“We’re going to make him bleed.”
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Blood Doesn’t Lie
The Reapers rode hard across the desert.
Engines roared like thunder, dust rising behind them in long ghostly trails. At the front, Lena rode beside Jax — no longer someone he had to protect, but someone standing equal to him.
They were headed to Santa Rosa, New Mexic
