Todos los capítulos de Savage Heart: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The Savage Saints' clubhouse was a fortress of controlled chaos in the hours following the warehouse massacre. Raven sat in Jax's office, still wearing the clothes she'd worn during her surveillance mission, the scent of gunpowder and fear clinging to her like a second skin. Through the reinforced windows, she could see armed guards patrolling the perimeter while wounded Saints received medical attention in the main room.Jax paced behind his desk like a caged predator, his long dark hair disheveled and his hazel eyes burning with the aftermath of violence. His black t-shirt was torn and stained with blood—not his own, but that of enemies who'd gotten too close during the final moments of the battle. Even in the dim lamplight, she could see the way his muscled frame radiated tension, the barely contained energy of a man who'd tasted victory but knew the war was far from over."Fourteen Diamondbacks dead," he said, his voice rough with exhaustion and satisfaction. "Including two of the

The mountain cabin sat like a fortress against the star-studded sky, hidden among towering pines and accessible only by a winding dirt road that would be impossible to navigate without intimate knowledge of the terrain. Jax had driven his Harley with practiced ease through the darkness, Raven clinging to him from behind, her arms wrapped tightly around his muscled torso as they climbed higher into the wilderness.Now, as she stood on the cabin's wraparound porch breathing the crisp mountain air, she felt the first real sense of safety she'd experienced in weeks. The isolation was complete—no cell towers, no internet, no way for Venom's bounty hunters to track them here."How long have you had this place?" she asked as Jax unlocked the heavy wooden door."Five years. Built it myself after Tommy died, when I needed somewhere to think without the club breathing down my neck." His voice carried the weight of old grief, but also pride. "Every board, every nail. It's the one place in the wo

The moonlight, casting silver patterns across the tangled sheets and their intertwined bodies. Raven lay against Jax's chest, her dark hair spilled across his tattooed skin, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear. The night had changed everything between them—what had been attraction and desire had transformed into something deeper, more dangerous, more real.Jax's fingers traced lazy patterns along her bare shoulder, his touch gentle despite the calluses earned from years of violence. When he spoke, his voice was rough with emotion and satisfaction."No going back now," he murmured against her hair, his arm tightening around her waist in a gesture that was both protective and possessive."I don't want to go back," she replied, pressing a soft kiss to the guardian angel tattooed over his heart. "This feels like the first real thing I've had in years."His hand tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his hazel eyes in the moonlight. They were softer now than sh

The next twenty-four hours passed in a blur of preparation and barely controlled tension. The Saints' clubhouse had transformed into a military command center, with weapons being cleaned and loaded, surveillance equipment tested, and escape routes memorized. Ghost worked tirelessly at his computers, hacking into security feeds around Venom's compound while Diesel coordinated the positioning of backup teams throughout the city.Raven sat in Jax's office, watching him pace like a caged predator while he barked orders into his phone. His long dark hair was pulled back, revealing the sharp angles of his face and the tension in his jaw. Every few minutes, his hazel eyes would find her, and she could see the war raging behind them—the conflict between his duty as president and his desire to keep her safe."The party starts at nine," Ghost reported from the doorway. "Venom's expecting about fifty guests—other club presidents, drug suppliers, politicians he owns. Security will be tight, but t

The world had narrowed to a single moment of deadly stillness. Jax stood ten feet away, his assault rifle trained unwavering on Venom's chest, while the cold steel of Venom's pistol pressed against Raven's temple hard enough to leave a mark. Around them, the chaos of the firefight continued—screams, gunshots, and the crash of overturning furniture as the Saints systematically dismantled Venom's security forces."You know, Savage," Venom said conversationally, his voice carrying despite the mayhem surrounding them, "I have to admire your style. Walking into my compound, turning my own party into a war zone. It takes balls.""Let her go and I'll make it quick," Jax replied, his finger steady on the trigger. Every line of his body radiated lethal focus, but Raven could see the fear lurking in his hazel eyes—fear for her, fear that he might lose the woman he loved because of his own desperate gamble."I don't think so. You see, Ms. Steele here has cost me a great deal of money, time, and