The wet wooden floorboards of the upper bridge echoed with the heavy sounds of a brutal, fast-paced fight. Marcus Vance scrambled backward on his hands and knees, gasping for breath as the cold wind whipped around his shoulders. His expensive gray overcoat was torn at the sleeve, and his face was smeared with dark soot and sweat.

He looked up with wide, frantic eyes as Jax stood directly over him like an unstoppable mountain.

"Get away from me!" Marcus screamed, his voice cracking with wild panic. He lashed out with his foot, trying to kick Jax hard in the chest.

Jax did not even flinch. He caught Marcus's ankle easily...