The dark cellar grew deadly quiet for a single heartbeat after the heavy gun barrel slid through the broken latch of the oak door. The cold air felt heavy and sharp, smelling of wet dust and old stone.

Jax did not waste any time waiting for them to shoot. Moving with terrifying speed and skill, he lunged forward toward the narrow gap in the splintered wood.

He reached his strong hands straight through the opening, his fingers locking firmly around the metal barrel of the enemy's gun. With a brutal twist of his wrists, Jax wrenched the weapon completely out of the attacker's grip, dragging the unseen man's arms hard...