Chapter 13 - The Final Stand
The rain poured down in sheets, washing the fresh blood from Jax’s torn shoulder down his arm in a dark, swirling stream. He stood defiantly in front of Leo, who was huddled against the cold concrete base of the emergency call box, clutching the faded photograph like a shield. Marcus advanced slowly through the downpour, his boots crunching on the wet gravel, the barrel of his automatic pistol aimed unblinkingly at Jax’s heart.
“You’re out of road, Miller,” Marcus said, his voice cutting cleanly through the howling mountain wind. “Drop the knife and step away from the kid. This doesn’t need to be a massacre, but the boy stays with us as collateral until I get what I’m owed.”
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“You’ll have to put a bullet through my skull first,” Jax replied, his voice dropping into a harsh, unyielding growl. He shifted his weight, keeping his injured arm tucked tight a
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