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I take a step back, surveying the scene and taking in the spilled blood and the lifeless body. It’s a grim tableau, one that will stay with me forever, but it was a necessary one. Sometimes, to rid the world of darkness, you must become a part of it.

As I turn to leave, I glance at Hades. His face is a mask of mixed emotions. He looks at our father’s body then at me, and I see the relief in his eyes. He knows what this means.

“Hadrian,” he says quietly, stepping closer. “It’s finally over.”

“It’s over,” I reply, my voice steady. “He’s gone. He’ll never control us again.”

Hades nods, a slow, deliberate movement. He looks down at the body, and I see a flicker of relief and something that looks a bit like sorrow in his expression. My twin has been through as much as I have, if not more. This man tried to break him, tried to bend him to his will. But my brother is stronger than that. We both are.

“We need to get out of here,” Hades says, his voice soft but urgent. “You need to go take your girl home.”

I nod, knowing he’s right. We’ve stayed in this place long enough. It’s time to move on and start anew. The future is ours now. We’re free from the shadow of the man who abused us.

As we walk away, the darkness closes in, the night air cool and refreshing. For the first time in years, I feel a true sense of peace, and there’s a lightness in my step.

Hades walks beside me, his presence a comforting reminder of our bond. We’ve been through so much together, and now we’re no longer prisoners of our past, we can finally look forward to the future. The chains that bound us have been broken, and the path ahead is clear.

“Hadrian,” Hades says, breaking the silence. “What do we do now?”

I look at him, my brother, my closest ally. There’s a new determination in his eyes, a fire that’s been reignited.

“We live,” I say simply. “We live our lives the way we want. We build our future without the thought of him.”

The smile Hades gives me is genuine and heartfelt. “I like the sound of that.”

The night is alive with possibilities, and the future is a blank canvas waiting to be painted with our dreams and aspirations.

We leave the darkness of the warehouse behind. Retribution has been served, and with it, the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

As we emerge into the light of a new dawn, I see her standing waiting for me.

Hades looks at me, his expression one of quiet resolve. “It’s time to move on.”

“It is,” I reply. “And it’s time for you to find your own happiness.”

I know this is just the beginning. The end of one chapter, and the start of another. A chapter where we are free to be ourselves and be with the ones we love. And that, more than anything, is worth fighting for.

FIFTEEN

HARLEY

The faint sound of the North Sea crashing against the cliffs in the distance fills the night, and the cold air of South Shields bites into my skin as I wait outside the warehouse, pacing back and forth.

Hadrian has been inside for hours, questioning his father. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to stave off the chill that’s seeping into my bones, but it’s not just from the cold. It’s also the worry that’s gnawing at me.

The night feels endless as my mind races with questions and doubts. What information is Hadrian discovering in there? How is he coping with having to face his father, the man who led the Mod Boys and tried to tear the Hunt organisation apart?

Finally, the door to the warehouse creaks open and Hadrian steps out. His shoulders are slumped, his expression a mix of exhaustion and something darker. He looks up, and our eyes meet. In that moment, I can see how much this is costing him.

“Hadrian,” I say softly as I walk towards him, my boots crunching on the gravel. He looks at me, and I can see the turmoil in his eyes. “How are you doing?”

He sighs deeply while running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been better, Harley. This… it’s harder than I thought it would be.”

I nod, understanding more than he realises. “I can see that. When you’re done here, perhaps you can take me home?”

He looks at me, his eyes searching my face. “Home?”

I nod again, more firmly this time. “Yes, home. I know we’re in the middle of this mess, but I need to escape for a while, and I want to be with you.”

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