Emma and Jax returned to the clubhouse, their minds set on the next steps. The encounter with the Black Hand’s men had been a stark reminder of the danger they were facing, but it had also provided them with a crucial piece of information. They now had a name and a better idea of what they were up against. The Black Hand wasn’t just any criminal organization—they were a powerful, secretive group, and taking them on would require careful planning and a strong strategy.
As they parked their bikes, Emma noticed the clubhouse was unusually quiet. The members were scattered around, their expressions tense, conversations hushed. She could feel the undercurrent of anxiety running through the room, the weight of their decision pressing down on everyone.
Jax turned to her, his face set in a deter
