Page 74 of Emmy's Ride

I turned to my men. "Gear the fuck up. We’re going in."

I looked at Riot, who had remained mute throughout the entire exchange. The man looked sick. Doc had patched him up and gave him a shot of antibiotics, but I’d have loved to put a bullet between his guilt-ridden eyes. I still might.

"You still wanna be useful?" I asked.

Riot nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

My expression darkened. "Then pray we get there before I have to rip these fuckers apart with my bare hands."

Because I would.

If they hurt her—if they touched her—I would make sure their deaths were slow.

And I’d make The Ghost wish he’d never fucking been born.

I forced myself to breathe. To think. Every second wasted was a second Emmy was trapped in that hell.

Jax was still working as he traced the signal. My men were already moving, gearing up for the rescue. The sound ofweapons being loaded, vests being strapped on, and plans being set into motion filled the room.

I turned to Tank. "Prep the vehicles. Full loadout. We go in fast, we go in hard."

Tank nodded and strode off without a word.

Riot lingered, shifting on his feet, his jaw tight.

"You got something to say?" I snapped, my patience now nonexistent.

"This is my fault."

My fingers curled into fists. No shit, it was his fucking fault. But saying it out loud didn’t help Emmy.

"You want redemption?" I said instead. "Then you help me get her back. Otherwise, shut the fuck up and stay out of my way."

Riot’s jaw worked, but he nodded.

Jax suddenly sat up straighter. "Got it!" He spun the laptop to face me. "It’s bouncing off a relay in Mexico, but I just cracked through the encryption. The signal is coming from a private villa outside of Hermosillo."

I barely glanced at the screen before barking orders. "Diesel! We’re heading to Mexico. Get the plane ready."

Diesel gave a nod and disappeared down the hall.

Jax was still typing. "This place is locked down, man. High walls, security on all sides. If we go in loud, they’ll put a bullet in her before we even get through the front gate."

"Then we go in quiet."

Jax hesitated. "Austin, I don’t think you understand—this guy, The Ghost? He’s not just some cartel fuck. He’s got connections everywhere. Cops, politicians—hell, even border patrol. If we make a wrong move, we could be walking into a massacre."

I stepped closer. "I don’t care if the fucking devil himself is backing this bastard. He took Emmy. And I’m getting her back."

Jax swallowed. Nodded. "Then we better be smart about it."

I turned to my men. "We need eyes on the villa. Someone who can get close without setting off alarms."

Riot stepped forward. "I know this place. There’s a guy…"

I lifted a brow. "That so?"

"Yeah. Old contact from when I was running jobs in Mexico. He owes me." Riot met my gaze. "If he’s still breathing, he’ll help."

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