He towered over us, his muscles bulging beneath his tattered clothes, and a wild, unkempt beard framed his weathered face. Dangerous energy emanated from him, a dark aura that sent shivers down my spine. "Hand over the maps," he snarled, his voice dripping with malice. "I won't ask again."
Jax and I locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between us. We would never give in to his demands, not when our family's lives were at stake.
"We'll never give you the maps," I said, my voice steady and robust. "They belong to our family and no one else."
“Fine then.” he clicked his fingers and two overweight, grey haired men stepped beside him, each grabbing Alpha Arnie and Hugh.
“What about them two?” one of them said eyeing me with interest. I wanted to throw up at the sight of him.
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