As they gathered in the clubhouse for a final briefing, Jax stood before the group, his expression focused and determined.
“This is it,” he said, his voice steady. “We’ve prepared, we’ve planned, and now we execute. We hit them fast, hit them hard, and we don’t stop until Victor’s out of the picture. Are you with me?”
A chorus of agreement filled the room, the members ready for the fight. Emma looked around, seeing the determination in their eyes, the same fire that had carried them through the battle with the Black Hand.
Tara stepped forward, a grim smile on her lips. “Let’s finish this,” she said. “No holding back.”
Emma nodded, her heart pounding with anticipation. “For the club,” she said. “For our family.”
Jax raised his hand, and the members followed suit, their voices strong an
