“My name is Tara,” the woman said, her voice calm but laced with emotion. “I’ve been watching you, Emma. Watching all of you. And I’ve been waiting for the right moment to step forward.”
Emma glanced at Jax, who kept his gun trained on Tara, his expression hard. “Why now?” Emma asked, her voice tinged with suspicion. “Why reveal yourself now after all this time?”
Tara’s eyes softened as she looked at Emma, a hint of a smile touching her lips. “Because it’s time you knew the truth,” she said softly. “About who you are, and why the Black Hand is so interested in you.”
Emma felt a chill run down her spine. “What do you know about me?” she asked cautiously. “About my past?”
Tara sighed, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I knew your mother,” she began quietly. “We were close. Closer than sis
