The drive to the docks was tense and silent, each mile bringing them closer to the heart of the Black Hand’s operations. Emma and Jax knew they were heading into a potential trap, but the need for answers pushed them forward. This was it—the moment that could change everything. The final confrontation that could either bring closure or end in disaster.
As they approached the docks, the air grew colder, a biting wind whipping off the water. The docks were a labyrinth of shipping containers, rusty cranes, and dilapidated warehouses, their shadows stretching long under the dim glow of the streetlights. The place was eerily quiet, the only sounds the distant hum of a cargo ship and the faint lapping of water against the pier.
Jax parked the bike behind a row of stacked crates, hidden from vi
