The ride back to the clubhouse was quieter than usual. The club members were lost in their thoughts, processing the events at the shipyard. Emma’s mind raced with questions about the unknown ally who had intervened on their behalf. Whoever it was had bought them time and potentially saved them from a deadly ambush. But why? And who were they?
As they arrived back at the clubhouse, the group dismounted and gathered inside, tension hanging in the air like a thick fog. Frank, Bear, and the other members looked to Jax and Emma for direction. They had seen the figure, too, and everyone wanted answers.
Jax turned to face them, his expression hard, yet contemplative. “I don’t know who that was,” he began, his voice steady. “But whoever it is, they’ve got their own game going. We need to find ou
