Page 75 of Emmy's Ride

I studied him for a moment, then jerked my chin. "Call him. We move out in an hour."

He left to make the call, and I turned back to Jax.

"Keep that feed up," I ordered. "If anything changes—if she moves, if they fucking touch her—I want to know immediately."

I clenched my jaw as he opened the laptop, forcing myself to stay calm. But inside I was hanging on by a single thread.

I thought about Emmy, alone in that villa. Thought about what she was being forced to do.

Then my rage burned hotter than ever. God help anyone who got in my way.

My blood pounded in my ears, my vision tunneling on the laptop screen as the grainy live feed of Emmy’s prison flickered in real time.

She was sitting on the edge of a massive bed, her shoulders stiff, her hands clenched in her lap. She looked exhausted. The stark white dress clung to her gorgeous body, and I hated the men that had seen her in it.

The voice came through the laptop speakers, low and menacing. "Again, niña. You know the rules."

If I’d been able to eat anything in the last few hours, it certainly would have come back up.

Emmy flinched, almost imperceptible, and her chin tipped up slightly. I knew that look—she was fighting, holding on to whatever strength she had left.

"Do it, or I bring in the men."

She sucked in a breath, her hands trembling as they jerked off the dress and moved over her body.

I slammed my fists into the table, causing the laptop to rattle. "I’m going to fucking kill him."

Jax spoke up. "I’m working on pinpointing the source of the feed. I can see where it’s bouncing, but this fucker’s got security tighter than the Pentagon."

"Keep digging. I don’t care what you have to do."

Tank reappeared in the doorway. "Plane is ready. We can be wheels up in thirty."

I nodded, acknowledging him. My eyes were locked on Emmy, the fury inside me sharpening to a deadly edge.

Riot returned, shoving his phone into his pocket. "My guy’s in. Says he can get us eyes on the villa. Maybe even a way in."

My gaze snapped to him. "Good. Because we’re not waiting. We hit that compound tonight."

Jax swore under his breath. "We don’t even have a full layout of the place yet, man. We need more intel."

I grabbed my cut from the chair, sliding my arms through the leather. "We’ll get intel on the ground."

Riot’s jaw tightened. "You go in without a plan, you’re getting yourself and her killed."

I stalked toward him. "You really want to talk to me about getting her killed?"

He held his ground but didn’t push back.

"Look, I get it, Prez,” Jax said. “But we need to be smart. We want our men and Emmy to walk out of that place alive."

I sucked in a breath, forcing my fury into a tight leash. They were right. Charging in blind would get Emmy hurt—or worse.

I turned to Tank. "Get the team briefed. We go in quiet, surgical. No one makes a move until I give the signal."

Tank nodded.

I turned to Jax. "Keep watch. I want to know if she’s moved. But don’t look at her."

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