The sharp crack of the gunshot echoed off the old brick walls like thunder. Clara gasped softly as a hot, burning pain bit into her left shoulder. A dark red stain began to spread across the fabric of her black coat, warm and wet against her skin. She stumbled forward a single step, her knees feeling weak as the adrenaline slowly drained from her body.

Up on the metal balcony, Victor let out a frantic cry as he pushed open the emergency door and ran out onto the rooftop to escape.

Jax did not waste a single second. With a fierce roar of pure anger, Jax charged toward the metal...