“Well. Well. Lokey what we have here. Boss will be wanting to meet you,” a voice said into his ear. The hand yanked him backward.
Jax’s legs flailed out in surprise, kicking into the empty air and snagging the wire. A singing siren spread wide and far between, sounding off in unity. For as far as the ear could hear, soldiers would come to its call.
The man cursed. “You’re going to pay for that,” he hissed.