A process server steps out of the media crowd, handing Clara a court summons issued by the Manhattan Executive Board demanding her presence at tomorrow’s board hearing.

The thin, trembling man stood frozen on the tarmac, his wrist trapped in Jax’s crushing grip. Camera flashes went off like a wild storm of lightning, capturing every single second of the intense standoff right outside the open door of the black armored truck.

Jax did not break the man’s bone, but his dark, lethal eyes held enough pure fury to make the nervous court worker sweat through his trench coat. With a cold, contemptuous sneer, Jax snatched the thick white envelope from...