The clubhouse buzzed with a newfound energy, the tension mingling with cautious optimism. Tara’s appearance had shifted the dynamics, introducing both hope and suspicion. While some members were skeptical of her motives, others saw her as the key to finally bringing down the Black Hand. Emma felt the weight of this new alliance, knowing they were on the cusp of something major but also recognizing the risks involved.
Tara stood in the middle of the room, a map of the city spread out on the table before her. The club members gathered around, their expressions a mix of wariness and determination. Jax stood beside Emma, his eyes never leaving Tara’s face, watching her closely, gauging every word she said.
“The Black Hand is more fragmented than ever,” Tara began, pointing to several marked
