Page 64 of Emmy's Ride

“Jax.” I didn’t even look as I reholstered my gun. “Get on this. I want every fucking piece of data, every connection, every rat with even a whisper of The Ghost’s name. I don’t care if we have to burn the city down—we find her.”

Jax nodded, already pulling out his laptop.

I crouched, grabbing Riot by the hair, forcing him to look up at me through pain-filled eyes.

“You pray to whatever goddamn higher power you believe in that I find her before she’s sold.”

His face drained of all color.

I hauled him to his feet, slamming him onto the table, teeth bared in fury. “If she’s hurt,” I snarled, “there’s no saving you.”

He nodded, the shame and understanding in his eyes. “I know.”

My hands trembled as I released him. My breath was harsh, my body thrumming with rage and something worse—fear.

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to focus. Losing control wouldn’t help Emmy. The fury was there, simmering beneath my skin, but I shoved it down. I needed to think. Needed to act.

I turned to Jax, who was already hammering away at his keyboard. “I want eyes on the dark web. Auctions, private sales, anything that even hints at Emmy.”

Jax gave a nod. “I’m already scanning flagged forums and encrypted chatrooms. These bastards always leave a trail.”

I turned to Tank. “Get Riot out of my sight. Call Doc to patch him up. Even though he deserves to bleed out.”

Before Tank could grab him, Riot straightened. “I want to stay.”

My eyes snapped to him.

“I know how The Ghost operates,” he continued. “I know how he moves product, how he picks locations. I might be able to help.”

I stared him down, my fists curling at my sides. Riot had betrayed me, betrayed the club, but right now, Emmy was the only thing that mattered.

After a long pause, I gave a curt nod. “Fine. You stay. But if I get even a whiff of bullshit from you, I’ll put a bullet between your eyes.”

Riot flinched but nodded. “Understood.”

I exhaled forcefully, rolling my shoulders back. My body itched for action, but we needed more intel before we moved.

Then a thought struck me.

“Jax. Check private airfields. Look for any small planes that have taken off in the last hour. If they’re moving her, they’ll want her gone before we can track her.”

Jax’s fingers flew across the keys. “Already on it.”

I paced the room like a caged animal. Every second Emmy was out there was another second of hell for her.

Images flooded my mind—her scared, tied up, helpless. Men’s hands on her.

I growled, shaking the thought away. No. I wouldn’t let that happen.

A beep sounded from Jax’s laptop.

“Got something.” His eyes were glued to the screen. “A private jet just left from a small airfield outside the city. No flight plan filed, no listed owner.”

My blood ran hot. That had to be her. “Where’s it headed?”

“Tracking now…” Jax muttered. “Looks like Mexico.”

I stilled. Mexico. That’s was supposedly where Luke and Raven were. Coincidence? I didn’t believe in them.

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