The return to the clubhouse was a mix of frustration and cautious optimism. The encounter at the motel had provided them with valuable intel and a glimpse of their mysterious ally in action, but it had also raised more questions than answers. Who was this person, and why were they helping Emma and Jax? The club members were on edge, their trust stretched thin, but the determination to uncover the truth and dismantle the Black Hand was stronger than ever.
Jax called a meeting as soon as they arrived back, gathering everyone in the main room. The tension was palpable, the air thick with the weight of their mission. Emma stood by his side, her eyes scanning the faces of the members. They were all tired, bruised from the confrontation, but their spirits were unbroken.
“Alright, listen up,” J
