Page 50 of Emmy's Ride

Jax typed furiously, scanning financial records, known associates, and police reports. After a few minutes, he let out a low whistle. “Holy shit.”

I was almost afraid to ask. “What?”

He turned the screen toward me. It was a police report. A sealed case file from two years ago—buried deep.

Luke had been arrested… and released the next day. No charges filed. No official record. But the details of the arrest were chilling.

Altercation at a warehouse

A dead body found—execution-style hit

Luke was on the scene but walked free

“Looks like someone cleaned this up for him,” Riot said. “Someone powerful.”

Tank added, “And I’m guessing that someone is The Ghost.”

It made sense. The Ghost had Luke under his thumb, and if these texts were any indication, he’d been forcing him to do his bidding. Luke wasn’t a traitor—he was a pawn.

A deep, cutting guilt settled in my chest. All this time, the facts were pointing toward Luke betraying us. But I’d never thought my own brother had turned his back on the club. Luke had been trapped, trying to protect Emmy, maybe even me.

If The Ghost still had him… he might not be alive for much longer.

I pushed away from the table and began pacing the length of the room. My pulse pounded in my ears.

“Find out everything,” I ordered. “I want to know what the hell Luke was forced to do, who he was working with, and where the hell he is now.”

Jax was already back to work.

Tank met my gaze. “If Luke’s still alive, we’re getting him back.”

I nodded, but my gut twisted. If we didn’t find him soon, it might be too damn late.

It didn’t make sense. The idea of Emmy’s brother working for a piece of shit like The Ghost was impossible to accept. But the evidence stacking up in front of me said otherwise. Still, we were missing something.

Tank leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “It’s all here, man. Transfers from offshore accounts. Meeting logs. And this.” He tossed a grainy photo onto the table. “Luke and one of The Ghost’s men at a storage facility on the outskirts of town.”

I stared at the image, a sickness churning in my gut. Luke stood rigid, his face partially turned away, but there was no denying it was him. The guy next to him? One of Ghost’s known enforcers.

Jax tapped at his laptop. “Been digging through old records. Luke’s name started popping up in connection to this shit about a year ago.” His fingers banged on the keys. “Here’s the thing. Before that, he was clean. No offshore accounts. No meetings with the wrong people. No nothing.”

My grip on the table tightened. “So what changed?”

“I think he was forced.”

“Explain,” I growled.

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