A chorus of agreement filled the room, the members ready and eager for the fight. Emma looked around, seeing the determination in their eyes. They were ready to fight, to risk everything for their family and their future.
Tara stepped forward, her eyes meeting Emma’s. “I’ll be with you,” she said softly. “All the way.”
Emma nodded, feeling a mix of gratitude and resolve. “Let’s do this,” she said. “For my mother. For all of us.”
The assault on the Black Hand’s stronghold was swift and brutal. The club moved in quickly, breaching the perimeter and taking out the guards before they could sound the alarm. They moved through the factory like a well-oiled machine, each member knowing their role, their purpose.
Emma stayed close to Jax and Tara, her eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of
