CHAPTER 2 — THE LETTER THAT MADE 500 BIKERS LOWER THEIR HEADS
CHAPTER 2 — THE LETTER THAT MADE 500 BIKERS LOWER THEIR HEADS
Jax didn’t open the letter right away.
For the first time in years, his hands were shaking too badly.
The little boy stood in front of him, silent and exhausted, as if he had already learned that grown-ups could be more dangerous than monsters.
“What’s your name?” Jax asked.
The boy looked down.
“Eli.”
The name hit Jax like a bullet.
That was the name he and Sarah had chosen before she disappeared.
Before the police said she was dead.
Before Jax buried his heart and became the coldest man in the Iron Wolves.
A biker near the bar scoffed. “Boss, this could be a setup.”
Jax slowly turned his head.
“One more word,” he said, “and you’ll regret breathing.”
The room went dead quiet.
Then Jax broke the seal.
Inside was a letter written by Sarah.
Jax, if you’re reading this, it means our son found you. I didn’t leave you. I didn’t die. I was taken. And the man who did it has been standing beside you all these years.
Jax’s eyes darkened.
He read faster, each sentence tearing open an old wound.
Sarah wrote that someone inside the Iron Wolves had betrayed them. Someone had sold information to a rival gang. Someone had staged her death and hidden the baby to keep Jax weak, loyal, and broken.
Then came the final line.
Don’t trust the man with the silver wolf ring.
Jax slowly lifted his eyes.
Across the clubhouse, his second-in-command, Mason, quietly stepped backward.
On Mason’s finger was a silver wolf ring.
Jax didn’t shout.
He didn’t move fast.
He only whispered, “You?”
Mason smiled coldly.
“You were never supposed to know.”
Before anyone could react, Mason grabbed Eli and pulled a knife from his belt.
Every biker stood up at once.
But Mason pressed the blade close and laughed.
“You want your son back, Jax? Then kneel.”
The whole clubhouse held its breath.
Jax, the man who had never bowed to anyone, slowly dropped to one knee.
Mason laughed louder.
But then Eli looked at Jax and whispered, “Mom said you would protect me.”
Jax raised his head.
And smiled.
Because Mason had made one mistake.
He forgot that every biker in that room had once sworn loyalty to Jax.
Not Mason.
Behind him, hundreds of engines suddenly roared outside.
The doors burst open.
And standing in the rain was a woman Jax thought he had lost forever.
Sarah.
Alive.
Scarred.
Furious.
And holding a gun pointed straight at Mason.
She said only one sentence:
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“Take your hands off my son.”
To Be Continued...
