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Chapter 9: Hell's New King
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(Jax’s POV)Jax didn’t sleep. Couldn’t. The hours after the factory raid blurred. A haze of violence and rage. The Blackfangs tore through the city like wolves on the scent of blood. Vulture safehouses burned. Stragglers were dragged out, beaten, questioned. Left broken in alleys.But no one knew where Caleb ran. No one knew where he took Lila.Jax’s fists bled from pounding faces. His voice went raw from demanding answers. His heart burned with the weight of every second his daughter was gone. The failure gnawed at him. He wouldn't stop. Couldn't.And then—a break.Riot burst into the room. Breath heaving. Eyes wide with news.“Got a location, Jax! Old slaughterhouse on the east side! Caleb’s holed up there—with the kid!”Jax’s whole body coiled like a spring. Every muscle tightened. This was it.“Mount up,” he growled. “We finish this.”He moved for the door. Riot and Ghost blocked his path. Hammer stood behind them, solid.“Too dangerous,” Jax ground out. “This is my fight. My fami
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Reaper's Ride: A Dark Biker Romance Chapter 9: Hell's New King
Sarah's Pov The night swallowed Sarah whole. Every desperate breath burned in her lungs.Her choice felt like a physical weight, chaining her to the cracked earth beneath her bare feet. This wasn't just walking; it was a surrender.The humid air, thick with the pervasive stench of gasoline, stale sweat, and old sins, seemed to cling to her skin. It was a perfect path to hell, and she walked it willingly.She knew the place. The Viper's Den. A Vulture dive on the city's outskirts, where the streetlights died and laws followed suit. The neon sign above the entrance hung crooked, its few remaining tubes flickering erratically. It dared not stay lit too long, too afraid to truly reveal the depravity within.This was where she’d heard Caleb’s men congregate, a lair for the very monsters she sought to escape. And now, she walked straight into it.Sarah's hands, clammy with a cold sweat that had nothing to do with the night's chill, shook uncontrollably as she reached for the heavy, rusted
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