Chapter 71 Ashes And Oaths
- By dawn, the first fire had already started.
- A small warehouse in Naples—one of Rafael’s oldest drug lines—went up in flames so hot the metal beams inside curled inward like ribs giving way to a punch. Jax stood on the rooftop across the street, watching it burn with a satisfied twist to his mouth as sirens screamed in the distance.
- “This is just the beginning,” he murmured.