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“We’ve got our work cut out for us,” Harley says, her voice steady and strong. “But we have a plan, and we’re going to see it through. Gordon and the Mod Boys won’t know what hit them.”

The others nod, their respect for Harley evident in their eyes. She’s earned their trust, just as she’s earned mine.

As we huddle together, discussing the final details of our plan, I steal a glance at her. She’s a force to be reckoned with, and I’m proud to stand by her side.

Perhaps, when the danger is past and the dust settles, we’ll find a way to explore the connection between us. For now, though, we need to focus on the fight ahead, knowing that together, we are unstoppable.

The night air is crisp as we gather outside Shaun Hunt’s house, our breath forming small clouds in the dim light. Hades leans against the car, arms crossed, as his eyes scan our surroundings with practised vigilance. Racer paces nearby, his leather jacket creaking with each step, and a restless energy radiating from him. I stand between them, feeling the weight of the night pressing down on my shoulders.

“Right, let’s go over this one more time,” I say, my voice steady but low. “We know Gordon and the leader of the Mod Boys are meeting at the warehouse. Hades and I will be in position inside with a small team of Shaun’s men, and Racer will be with the rest of the men outside, covering all exits.”

Hades nods. “We’ve got the element of surprise. We need to hit them fast and hard. No hesitation.”

Racer stops pacing and turns to face us, his expression serious. “I’ve coordinated with the men. They know their positions and the timings. As soon as you move in, we’ll close the perimeter.”

I glance at my watch. “It’s almost time. Let’s head out and meet Shaun’s men near the warehouse. We need to ensure everyone’s in place before Gordon and his accomplices arrive.”

It’s eerily quiet, as we drive though the streets. It’s as if the town is holding its breath for what’s about to come. When we arrive at the meeting place, I spot Shaun’s men already gathered, their silhouettes blending into the shadows.

We park our cars and approach them, nodding in greeting.

“Everything’s set our end. We’ve got the exits covered, and our lads are ready,” David informs me. Hades and I started to work for Shaun not long after David joined the organisation, so I know he is a useful ally.

“Good,” I reply, shaking his hand firmly. “We’ll move in as soon as they arrive, and the exchange starts. No one makes a move until then.”

Hades scans the area, his eyes capturing every detail. “Racer, you and the rest of Shaun’s men on the perimeter need to make sure no one slips past.”

Racer nods, his usual easy-going demeanour replaced with a focused intensity. “Aye, I got it. None of those feckin’ cunts will escape.”

I take a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline start to build. “Remember, we need to take Gordon and the Mod Boys’ leader alive if possible. They’ve got the information we need. But don’t hesitate to use force if necessary.”

Shaun’s men nod in agreement, their expressions grim. They know what’s at stake, and they’re ready to see it through. I exchange looks with Hades and Racer, silent reassurances passing between us.

“All right,” I say, my voice steady. “Let’s get into position. Stay sharp and stay safe.”

We disperse, moving through the shadows towards our designated spots. The warehouse looms ahead, a dark silhouette against the night sky. As we close in, I can feel the tension in the air, the sense of an impending confrontation.

We take our positions, waiting for the right moment. My eyes are locked on the warehouse, every sense heightened, ready for action. The minutes tick by slowly, each one bringing us closer to the encounter we’ve been preparing for.

And then, the silence is broken as several cars pull up, and I watch as silhouetted figures get out of the vehicles and wait outside the warehouse, their voices carrying faintly through the night. Gordon and the Mod Boys’ leader and their men have arrived. The exchange is about to begin.

I signal to Hades and Racer, a silent command. It’s time. We all start to move. Every step is precise, and every movement coordinated. This is it—the moment of reckoning. We’re ready, and we’re going to end this tonight.

TWELVE

REV

We slip into the warehouse through the side entrance, the metal door creaking faintly as it closes behind us. The air inside is heavy with the scent of oil and rust, and the dim light from the overhead lamps casts eerie shadows on the walls.

Our small team of men move silently, each step calculated, before taking cover behind a stack of crates near the centre of the vast, open space. We’ll have a clear view of the proceedings from here while staying hidden in the shadows. My heart pounds in my chest, the anticipation almost unbearable. We need to be ready to strike the moment Gordon and the Mod Boys’ leader appear.

Minutes pass like hours, the silence pressing in on us. Then, finally, the sound of footsteps echoes through the warehouse. I peer through a gap between the crates and see them—Gordon, flanked by his handful of thugs, accompanied by another man surrounded by bodyguards. As they step into the light, my breath catches in my throat.

The leader of the Mod Boys isn’t some unknown criminal. It’s my father.

I sneak a glance at Hades, and his eyes are wide with shock. We’re both shaken, but there’s no time to process what we’re seeing. The exchange is happening right in front of us, and we need to act.

Gordon and our father stand, face-to-face, discussing their business with low, guarded voices. The tension is palpable, and I can feel my anger rising, and my fists clench at my sides. This is the man who was so abusive to my brother and me that we felt compelled to run away, and now he’s here, conspiring with our enemy to bring down the organisation and the man who saved us. This can’t be a coincidence. Can it?

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