Page 76 of Emmy's Ride

I took one last glance at the screen, at Emmy’s pale face, at the way her body tensed under the weight of her captor’s orders.

Hold on, baby. I’m coming.

Tonight, The Ghost would learn the cost of touching what belonged to me. And it would be paid in blood.

Tank adjusted the strap of his tactical vest. “Riot’s contact confirmed a perimeter breach point, but we’ll have to move fast before they lock it down.”

I gave a sharp nod. “Then we move like ghosts.” My gaze snapped to Jax. “Where are we with the feed?”

The live stream flickered, but it was still running, still tormenting me with every second Emmy was forced to comply.

“She’s still at the villa. They haven’t moved her yet,” Jax said, his voice tight with concentration. “I’m running a backdoor trace on their network. If I can plant malware in their system, I can take out their security cameras before we breach.”

My lips pressed into a hard line. “Do it.”

I side-eyed Riot. The man had a haunted look in his eyes, but he stood firm. I didn’t trust him—not completely—but if he had information that could get us inside faster, he was useful.

“You said your guy has eyes on the villa?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah. He sent over coordinates. It’s heavily guarded. Fencing. Armed men patrolling every entrance. But there’s a service tunnel on the south side. It leads to a storage building near the main house.”

I looked over the satellite images Jax had pulled up on the screen. I pointed to a cluster of trees just outside the property. “This is our entry point. We take out the perimeter guards first—quietly.” My gaze flicked to Tank. “Once we’re inside, I need two teams. One secures the exits, the other goes for the security room.”

“And you?” Tank asked.

“I’m going for Emmy.”

The room fell silent for a beat.

Jax was the first to speak. “You better get to her fast, brother. ‘Cause if this feed goes public?—”

My jaw locked. I didn’t need Jax to finish that sentence.

We had one shot at this. If The Ghost planned to auction Emmy off to the highest bidder, I would make sure he never got the chance.

I holstered my gun, checking the magazine before slamming it into place. The familiar weight of my weapon was comforting, but it did nothing to soothe the rage simmering in my blood.

This wasn’t just a rescue mission. This was war, and I was going to burn that fucking villa to the ground.

Fifteen minutes later, we were loading into the waiting blacked-out SUVs, engines rumbling like a beast waiting to be unleashed.

I slid into the front seat, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white.

Tank sat in the passenger seat, stealing a glance at me. “You good?”

I let out a slow breath, forcing my pulse to steady. “I don’t get to be good, Tank. Not until she’s safe.”

He held my gaze, understanding in his eyes. “Then let’s go get her.”

I slammed the SUV into gear, the convoy roaring forward.

We were coming.

And hell was coming with us.

As the jet cut through the night sky, I sat near the window, my mind running through every possible scenario. I had men at my back, a plan in motion, and the kind of anger that could drive me for days—but none of it eased the knot in my chest. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and when I pulled it out, the name on the screen had me hesitating for just a second.

Ryan Cole.

---