The ride back to the clubhouse was tense, filled with unspoken words and a lingering sense of unease. Emma and Jax knew they were closing in on the Black Hand, but they were also aware that their enemies were watching their every move, playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse. The docks had been a dead end, but the message they found there had been clear: the Black Hand was aware of their pursuit, and they were ready for them.
As they pulled up to the clubhouse, Jax killed the engine and turned to Emma, his eyes filled with determination. “We need to get inside and regroup,” he said, his voice steady. “We need to figure out our next move before they get another step ahead.”
Emma nodded, her heart still pounding from the adrenaline of the confrontation. “I know,” she replied. “But we can
