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Her eyes search mine. “And what about Gordon? I want to interrogate him myself. I need to know why he turned against us, and why he poisoned my father.”

I hesitate, the thought of Harley facing Gordon is unsettling. “Are you sure about that? He’s probably going to say things to goad you. I don’t want you to hear the shite he’s going to spew to make you angry or to hurt you.”

“I’m sure,” she replies firmly. “I need to speak to him. I want to understand his motives. This isn’t just about revenge. It’s about protecting my family and the future of the organisation.”

I sigh, knowing there’s no dissuading her when she’s this determined. “All right. But we do it together. I’m not letting you face him alone. Hades and Racer will be there, too, so he’ll have no way of getting to you. I don’t want you to be hurt by his shite. Okay?”

A small smile tugs at her lips. “Okay, Rev.” Again, her use of my road name makes my chest tighten with emotion.

As the weight of what we’re about to do settles over us, we sit in silence, hands intertwined. I can feel the strength of our bond. There’s an unspoken promise between us that we’ll face whatever comes next, side by side.

“I’ll go speak to my father. He’ll want to know what’s happening,” Harley says, breaking the silence.

“Aye, he needs to know,” I agree and Harley nods. A sense of determination settles over me. “We’ve got this. We won’t stop until we get all the answers we need.”

She smiles, a fierce glint in her eyes. “Damn right we won’t.”

As we rise from the couch, I can’t help but feel a renewed surge of pride in Harley. She’s strong, determined, and unyielding in the face of adversity.

With her by my side, we’ll uncover the truth, confront our enemies, and protect what matters most. And no matter what happens, we’ll do it as a team, stronger and more united than ever.

THIRTEEN

HARLEY

The atmosphere is thick with tension as I sit across from Gordon in the cold and sterile interrogation room. His face is bruised and swollen from the fight earlier, and his hands are bound to the metal table that separates us.

Hadrian, Hades, Racer stand behind me, their presence a solid wall of support. The weight of the moment presses down on me, but I refuse to let it show.

It’s time for me to demand answers.

“Why?” I ask, my voice steady but cold. “Why did you poison my father when he’s given you everything?” I don’t waver or flinch when Gordon’s dark gaze meets mine. I won’t back down, not for a coward like him.

Gordon sneers, his lip curling in disdain. “Everything?” he scoffs. “He’s given me crumbs while keeping the feast for himself. Your father is a tyrant, Harley, and you’re too naive to see it.”

Anger flares inside me, but I keep my composure. That’s something Da has taught me—never let your enemies see the affect they have on you. Focus, breathe, and speak with confidence.

“He trusted you, Gordon. He brought you into our family, into our organisation. And you’ve repaid him by plotting his murder?” I tilt my head to the side as I regard the man I’ve come to know over the years. I may not have liked him, but my father trusted him.

Gordon’s eyes flash with a mix of anger and resentment. “Your father never trusted me, not completely,” he spits angrily as he tugs at his restraints.

My father had this soundproof room built at the back of our main warehouse. The shelving on all four walls is filled with tools and implements that can be used for interrogation…well, more like torture. I’m thankful I’ve never needed to use any of them before, but right now, I’m sorely tempted to lose myself in a blood lust.

“I never once gave him a reason to second guess my loyalty, but he chose you to be the boss. He chose a weak, pathetic woman over me,” Gordon rants.

He seems to be confessing all the pent-up anger that’s clearly been building inside him for years, so I let him continue. I want to understand what pushes someone into that kind of darkness and makes them want to hurt others.

“I was never going to get anywhere with you at the helm. I decided to take matters into my own hands,” Gordon admits. “It was too risky to kill Shaun or have him assassinated in the conventional way, especially with the men who were so loyal to him. The suspicion would have immediately fallen on me.”

Gordon looks away for a long moment before his gaze lands on me again. There is pure rage burning in his glare, and it causes me to hold my breath.

“When your father’s heart started acting up, I hoped he would die then. I prayed for it. But the bastard survived and was ready to take back control of the organisation. I couldn’t let that happen, so I started to poison him. I wanted to take over the organisation, but I didn’t know how until I was approached by the leader of the Mod Boys. He was interested in destroying your father and his reputation, so we worked together to divert shipments and bring down you and your father. It would’ve worked if this lot hadn’t got involved.” He nods his head towards Hadrian, Hades and Racer.

The rage in his voice grows with every word, and the anger inside me coils tighter like a rope, tugging at my insides. It makes me feel sick thinking about what could have happened if this bastard had got away with his plan.

“My father knew it would be a mistake to put you in charge. That’s why he chose me to be the leader,” I respond. I’m raging inside, but I keep my voice calm.

Gordon laughs. It’s a harsh, bitter sound. “You? A leader? Don’t make me laugh, Harley. You’re just a child playing at being in charge. You don’t have the spine or the guts to lead this organisation.” His words are spat with such venom that I can’t stop myself wincing, and I know he’s seen my moment of weakness.

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