The sun was rising as Emma, Jax, Tara, and the rest of the club rode back to the clubhouse. The morning light broke through the darkness, casting a golden glow over the landscape, a stark contrast to the battle they had just left behind. The fight with the Black Hand was over, but the victory was bittersweet. They had lost friends, faced unimaginable danger, and uncovered painful truths. Now, as the adrenaline began to fade, the weight of their journey settled in.
Back at the clubhouse, the mood was somber but filled with a quiet resolve. The members who had stayed behind greeted the returning group with a mixture of relief and admiration. They had done what many thought impossible—they had taken down the Black Hand, a shadowy organization that had terrorized them for years. But now came
