Jax checked into the hotel where he’d be spending Wednesday night, but not as Jax Martel or Jackson Martin. He used the same ID, and face, he had when he flew to and from visiting Donovan.
After unpacking, he headed out to one of his favorite restaurants in the city for dinner. When he finished, he returned to the hotel, planning on going straight to bed despite the fact he wasn’t really tired. He debated heading to a club instead, but decided he wasn’t in the mood. Before undressing, he stepped out onto the balcony and crossed to the railing, resting his hands on it to look out over the lights of the city.
He saw movement on the roof of the building directly across from him an instant before a bullet hit the wall behind him. “f*****g A,” he spat out. Dropping to the ground, he crawled t
