Page 105 of Emmy's Ride

I stepped away from the controlled commotion of the wedding aftermath and pressed the phone to my ear.

“Did you think it was over?” The Ghost’s voice sent ice through my veins. “Did you think getting your little fairytale ending meant I was done with you?”

My grip tightened on the phone. “You’re running out of moves.”

The Ghost chuckled. “You’re still playing checkers, but I’ve been playing chess from the start. Tell me, Austin, how much do you really know about your father?”

The line went dead.

I stood frozen, the phone still pressed to my ear, though there was nothing to hear. My mind spun, a thousand thoughts colliding at once. My father. He’d been gone for years, buried along with all the lies he took to his grave—or so I thought. But the way The Ghost said it… like there was more. Like there were pieces I hadn’t even realized were missing, threads I hadn’t known to pull.

A bitter taste rose in the back of my throat. I’d spent my life trying to undo the damage my old man left behind. Trying to fixthe club, fix the legacy he poisoned with greed and back room deals. But this wasn’t just about club business anymore. It was personal. Deep-rooted. Generational. And whatever vendetta The Ghost was carrying, it didn’t start with me—it started with him. With the man who raised me. Or rather the man who happened to share my blood.

My grip on the phone tightened until the plastic creaked.

There was still more to this puzzle. More secrets buried in the past. More sins I hadn’t been told. The bigger question may be, why hadn’t Jax been able to find out more about the man? Was that a big clue in and of itself?

And The Ghost wasn’t finished with me yet.

Luke

I sat on the back porch of Prez’s guest house, staring out into the night. How the hell did I get here? Emmy said I have a new life now—a second chance. But some wounds didn’t heal with time. The nightmares still came. So did the flashes of pain, of helplessness, of Raven’s screams.

My body stiffened at the thought of her. I hadn’t seen her since Mexico. Riot had taken her home where she would be safe. Where she could heal.

But what about me?

I exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down my face. I had to get my head straight. Had to move forward. Yet, no matter how much distance lay between us, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Raven.

I had a feeling our story wasn’t over.

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Raven’s Ride

Raven was taken by monsters—by a ghost. I dragged her out of hell, but it followed us both home. She’s back on her ranch, hiding behind sarcasm, silence, and horses that don’t ask questions.

She says she’s fine.

She’s not.

I see it in her eyes, the same darkness that’s living inside me.

But she’s not broken. She’s surviving.

And I’ll be damned if I let her do it alone.

I’ve done a lot of things for the club. For the patch on my back.

But for Raven? I’d do anything to make her loose the lost look in her eyes.

When The Ghost resurfaces, everything changes. The past we thought was buried claws its way back, and suddenly, protecting her means confronting the one man who knows exactly how to rip us apart.

She thinks she’s too damaged to love.

I’ll prove her wrong—one kiss, one confession, one promise at a time.

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