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Perfect.

This could work.

It might be our way to eliminate them both.

"What’s our next move?" Muff murmurs, eyes on Walker.

"We wait until he has Gerard at the house. Then Walker will make Serenity call the police, claiming she’s been kidnapped. They’ll trace the location, storm in, and take them down."

"What if Gerard runs?" Muff worries.

"He won't. He’ll try twisting it to his advantage, claiming Hound kidnapped him too. But I'll ensure a cop gets the recording before they go in," I growl, fists clenching.

I want nothing more than to kill them both, but we can’t risk anything happening to Serenity right now.

Once they’re in prison, though, it’s fair game.

They won’t last long enough to escape.

No.

We’ll make sure they breathe their last behind bars.

I vow it.

24 – Serenity

“You know,” Hound stalks the room, knife in hand, a scowl twisted across his features. “I was convinced Jackson would show up, but it seems his club holds more value for him than his Ol’ lady. A real shame.”

I clamp my lips tight, refusing to give into his provocations.

Walker has already shared the plan with me, and I’m certain Jackson is on his way. He'll make sure I get out of this hell. Hound’s grasping at straws, desperate because his thinly veiled threats have failed, leaving him without a clue how to get what he wants.

I’m enjoying the fact that the best option he has right now, is to sit in here throwing pathetic threats in my direction, hoping I’ll break and give him something. He won’t get that from me, not when I know how close freedom is, how close I am to being back with my family.

He won’t be taking that away from me.

Not again.

“Think another toe might persuade him? Or maybe a finger this time?”

He turns his attention to me, flaunting the knife menacingly.

I remain silent, glaring at him, my lips curled.

“Tongue-tied, girl? Perhaps I should send that to him, too.”

Swallowing the lump lodged in my throat, I fight not to react. I can't give him the satisfaction. He paces the room, continuing on his little rant, like he’s some sort of leader about to take his troops into battle. He’s pathetic, and very soon, he’ll know just how much.

“He believes he’s smarter than me, but what he doesn’t know is that I have eyes everywhere. He’ll have no choice but to do as I’m asking. I’ve ensured it.”

This fool thinks his own son is on his side. My heart races, anticipating the moment his world shatters. Watching everything he thought he was going to get collapse will be priceless. Gerard will finally face justice, Ciara can return to school, and my name will be cleared. Then, maybe, we can all move on.

“He is smarter than you,” I murmur, more to myself than to him. “So much smarter.”

He has no idea the lengths Jackson will go to for his family, for his club, for anyone he loves. The person who dares take that from him, will only end up six feet under.

“We’ll see about that, won’t we?”

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