Chapter 4 - The Escape From The Rooftop
"Get up, Maya!" Jax commanded sharply, grabbing the leather folder from the burning tray and shoving it inside his suit coat.
Maya pushed herself up from the booth, ignoring the blinding pain in her scraped knee as she limped toward the service exit door.
The patrons in the VIP lounge began screaming as security guards rushed into the room with weapons drawn.
"Block the elevators!" a voice yelled through the security radios. "Nobody leaves the building!"
Jax fired two warning shots into the ceiling plaster, sending the high-end crowd scrambling for cover behind marble pillars and leather couches.
He grabbed Maya by the waist, keeping his body between her and the glass doors as bullets shattered the mirror behind the bar.
They burst through the heavy steel service doors, plunging into the narrow, fluorescent-lit stairwell leading sixty floors down to the street.
"Can you run?" Jax asked, looking down at her torn stockings and high heels as rainwater dripped from his wet blonde hair.
"I can run," Maya gritted out through clenched teeth, tearing the heels off her feet and throwing them down the stairs.
They raced down the metal steps, the sound of heavy boots echoing from three floors above as Victor's men gave chase.
"Where are we going, Jax?" Maya asked breathlessly, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
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"To my safehouse in Red Hook," Jax replied, his face an unreadable mask of cold calculation as they hit the ground floor exit.
"We need to find out how deep the mole network goes before the federal marshals lock down the bridges."
