CHAPTER 3 — THE WOMAN WHO RETURNED FROM THE DEAD... BROUGHT A SECRET NO ONE COULD SURVIVE
The clubhouse exploded into chaos.
More than five hundred bikers rushed to their feet as Sarah stepped through the rain, her clothes soaked, her face marked with scars that told a story no one wanted to imagine.
For eight years, she had been declared dead.
Yet here she stood.
Alive.
Her pistol never wavered from Mason's forehead.
"Move the knife," she said calmly.
Mason smirked.
"You should've stayed buried."
Sarah's eyes filled with a quiet rage.
"You tried that once."
For one terrifying second, no one breathed.
Then Mason shoved Eli toward Jax and fired his own weapon.
BANG!
The bullet shattered a whiskey bottle behind the bar.
Jax threw Eli to the floor just as several bikers tackled Mason. Tables crashed, chairs splintered, and fists flew in every direction.
But Mason wasn't alone.
Nearly a dozen men wearing Iron Wolves patches suddenly turned on their own brothers.
"They're traitors!" someone screamed.
The clubhouse became a battlefield.
Brothers fought brothers.
Blood stained the wooden floor where loyalty had once meant everything.
Jax protected Eli behind an overturned table while Sarah fought beside him with frightening precision.
She hadn't survived eight years by accident.
Every movement was controlled.
Every shot forced another traitor to surrender.
Within minutes, the fighting stopped.
The remaining traitors were tied up.
Mason knelt on the floor, bleeding but still smiling.
Jax grabbed him by the collar.
"Why?"
Mason laughed through broken teeth.
"You still don't understand."
"You didn't destroy my family."
"No," Mason whispered.
"I saved it... from something much worse."
Sarah's face instantly turned pale.
"Mason..."
"Don't."
"It's over."
Mason shook his head.
"No... it's only beginning."
He slowly looked toward Eli.
"The boy deserves to know."
Jax tightened his grip.
"Know what?"
Mason smiled one last time.
"Eli..."
"...I'm not the man you should fear."
His eyes shifted to Sarah.
"Tell him."
"Tell Jax who the boy's real father is."
Silence crushed the room.
Every biker looked at Sarah.
She couldn't speak.
Tears slowly rolled down her face.
Jax stepped backward, his heart pounding harder than it ever had in combat.
"Sarah..."
"Tell me he's lying."
She opened her mouth...
But no words came out.
Instead, she reached into the inside pocket of her jacket and removed a small silver necklace.
Attached to it was an old hospital identification tag.
Jax took it with trembling hands.
His eyes widened.
The tag read:
BABY A — INFANT #27
Below it, in faded ink, were five horrifying words.
"Biological parents: Classified by Order."
Jax looked at Sarah in complete disbelief.
"What does this mean?"
Sarah finally whispered the truth she had carried for eight years.
"Eli wasn't stolen because he was your son..."
"He was stolen because someone believed he could expose the most powerful criminal network in the country."
Just then...
The clubhouse lights suddenly went out.
Darkness swallowed the room.
A red laser dot appeared on Eli's chest.
Then another.
Then another.
Within seconds...
More than twenty sniper lasers covered every person inside the clubhouse.
A voice echoed from outside through a loudspeaker.
"Hand over the boy..."
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"...or everyone inside dies tonight."
TO BE CONTINUED...
