Jax drove fast until the car slid to a stop near the exit gate of an abandoned warehouse. The air smelled of dust and metal. The place was quiet and the gate looked old and lonely, like no one had touched it for years.
It was the kind of entrance no one would ever suspect led to a house like Jax's.
Jax pushed his car door open and stepped out. His face was tight and angry as his boots hit the ground hard.
He reached behind his back, lifted his shirt a little, and tucked his gun into the waistband of his trousers. The cold metal pressed against his skin.
As Chad stepped out of the car, his phone rang loudly and the sharp sound broke the silence.
Chad pulled the phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen. "It's… Venita," he said, looking at Jax.
Jax spun around and glared at him. "Don't pick up," Jax growled.
"But it's Ven—"
Jax went to him and snatched the phone out of his hand, then hit the answer button.
