The silent master

ine, the custom-tailored Italian wool suit he was wearing, or the very air he breathed. In the span of six hours,

here,

lead counsel, who sounded more li

re he'd ever moved into the boardroom, didn't shake. He was 6'4" of hardened muscle a

t usually commanded a room. Today, it sounded like gravel under a boot

act. "You have a very specific set of skills, Jax. High-level protection, logistics, discretion. A private party has stepped for

"I don't like the wo

at his beck and call. Twenty-four hours a day. Seven days a week." Miller leaned in. "It's

ers, to being the one who decided who lived and died in high

he signature was jagge

do I r

into the hills, overlooking the Pacific. It was cold, min

the sleek, armless chairs in the foyer. He paced, his boots echoing like gunshots against the polished

It's disruptive

n't heard a door open. H

ze. Elias Vance was slight, with pale skin and hair the color of spun silver. He wore an oversized cashmere sweater

kicking in. He looked down at the younger man, expecting a

-a startling, piercing grey-swept over Jax with the clini

weight of authority, but it had the absolute certainty of it. "

"I'm here to work off a debt, Mr. Va

people flinched when they got this close to Jax; Elias ju

ing to a whisper. He fidgeted with the cuff of his sweater, a brief flash of social anxiety

a response. "Follow me. We have rules, an

s life being the apex predator. But as he looked at the slight, retreating back of t

up his bag