No one won.
Blood on the floor. Bruises on every body.But no one dropped.
Rayzen stood across from Kael, breathing heavy.Sweat ran down his brow. His knuckles were raw.
Kael's lip was bleeding. His coat was torn.But his eyes? Still calm. Still sharp.
They stared at each other like two wolves—both wounded, both unwilling to back down.
Then came the sound.
WEE-OO WEE-OO WEE-OO
Sirens.Close. Too close.
"Sh*t," Finn hissed, already pulling Jax by the sleeve.
"See?! SEE?! I told you they'd come!" Jax squeaked as he scrambled for the exit.
Rayzen clicked his tongue. "Let's bounce."
Kael didn't speak. Just nodded once to Sven.His crew melted into the shadows, like smoke in the wind.
Rayzen glanced back one last time before kicking open a side door.
They didn't lose.But they didn't win either.
Outside, the city was already waking up.Flashing lights reflected on broken glass.
They disappeared into the alleys—ghosts of the night.
And when the cops stormed the building...
All they found was blood, chains, and silence.
To be continued…