Page 68 of Storm and Tempest

Just because he happened to find it didn’t mean it was his. Or his wife’s.

Dominatusregularly took women and impregnated them. That was where Kenna had come from, a product of their geneticexperimentation. They’d want to use her to continue their research and further their agenda. If they wanted it, he would never find her. Never get her back.

That was simply how powerful they were. Nothing Jax could do on his own would bring them down, not with a lifetime of trying.

He slipped the ultrasound in his pocket, knowing what he was fighting for.

His family.

Ramon stepped out, his demeanor switching in a split second. He drew his gun. “Hey!”

Jax rushed out of the room, his gun out. He spotted an older man at the end of the hall. “Four! Do not move.”

The older man, wearing coveralls so he looked like a repair guy, didn’t move. He stood straight, but with no tension in his body language. Hands up, palms facing them.

“He was coming toward us,” Ramon said. “Trying to catch us by surprise.”

Four’s expression shifted, and he almost rolled his eyes. “I’m not here to kill you.”

“And if we’re here to killyou?” Ramon stalked forward, grabbed Four, and shoved him up against the wall. “Anything in your pockets I should know about?”

“Just a phone and some other incidentals. I’m unarmed.”

Ramon huffed. “I find that hard to believe.” He held the guy against the wall with one hand and patted him down with the other. “He’s clear.” Ramon held the phone with one hand and drew his weapon again with the other. “Where is Kenna?”

The older man turned, his back now against the wall. “Ask me something that won’t get me killed if I answer.”

“You think we care about your longevity?” Jax yelled. “You’ve lived years, done more than most people dream of, and become a nightmare thing that should be eradicated.”

“So kill me.” Four shrugged. “But then you’ll never know what I came here to tell you.”

Jax didn’t want to compromise what he knew was right to win at this, but it might happen. The battle between who he was and who he wanted to be raged inside.

Ramon huffed. “We aren’t interested in being strung along. You know where she is.” He surged forward and slammed his forearm against Four’s chest, high enough his arm lifted the man’s chin.

Four struggled for breath.

“Tell us where Kenna is. Now.”

“You’ll never reach her.” Four gasped. “Even I don’t know. They have so many layers of security, misdirects, and covers.”

“You know.” Ramon pushed on the older man’s chest.

“I know your computer whiz friend will die if you kill me.”

“Zeyla!” Ramon called.

Jax wasn’t messing around if someone was threatening Maizie. “Check in, Maze.”

“We’re good,” the young woman said. “We can hear you. Zeyla has me covered.”

As long as he could trust Zeyla, that was fine. “Four, you’d better start talking or we’re going to have a serious problem.”

“You think you don’t? You’ve been left alone so long as your childish attempts to cause problems haven’t caused us issues. But your boldness will be repaid swiftly.”

Ramon launched in. “If you even touch Maizie?—”

Four cut him off. “My employer doesn’t negotiate or respond to threats.”