Emma and Jax left Roy’s rundown apartment with their minds racing. Each new piece of information seemed to open up more questions than it answered. The stakes were getting higher with every revelation, and they both knew they were venturing into dangerous territory. They needed to be smart, careful, and above all, united in their resolve to uncover the truth.
As they drove back to the clubhouse, the silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions. Emma stared out the window, her heart pounding. She felt like a puppet whose strings had been tangled for years, and now, one by one, those knots were being loosened, revealing a picture she hadn’t anticipated.
Jax glanced over at her, sensing her turmoil. “Talk to me,” he said softly, reaching over to take her hand.
