The days after their victory over the Black Hand had a new rhythm, a mix of rebuilding and cautious optimism. The scars left by the battle, both physical and emotional, were still fresh, but the members of the club were determined to move forward. There was a sense of renewal in the air, a feeling that they could finally shape their own destiny without the shadow of fear hanging over them.
Emma had never felt more alive, more connected to the people around her. She was no longer the orphan who had stumbled upon this world; she was a member of this family, and she was ready to help lead them into a new era. She and Jax had become inseparable, their bond forged through trials and strengthened by their shared experiences.
One morning, as the sun climbed high into the clear blue sky, Jax and
