Page 9 of Turmoil's Target

“They’ll pay for what they did. Every last one of them,” I vow, my hand tightening around the delicate stem of my wine glass.

The plan has always been to systematically dismantle everything the Reapers held dear.

To leave them broken before we finally end them.

Mother reaches over to pat my knee. “That’s my girl. Strong and ruthless, just like your father.” Pride shines in her eyes. “The Bernards are a force to be reckoned with. And soon the Reapers will understand that all too well.”

“We’ll start by ruining them here in Vegas,” Mother muses, swirling the crimson liquid in her glass. The glint in her eyes mirrors my own—cold and calculating. “Squeeze them out of every business deal, sabotage their operations. Make it impossible for them to turn a profit in this city.”

I nod, the gears in my mind already turning.

With my grandfather’s vast network of casino connections and our family’s wealth, we have the power to make that happen.

The Reapers won’t know what hit them.

“Then we’ll strike at their newest charter in Mexico.” Mother’s tone is laced with anticipation. “I know that’s where their drug supply is coming from, disrupt their smuggling routes. I’m not just taking down one charter, dear. They stole your father from us, and that is unforgivable.”

“And finally, we’ll destroy them at their heart in Montana.” The words leave my lips like a solemn oath.

They murdered my father in cold blood and they’re going to pay for what they did.“We’ll burn it all to the ground.”

Mother’s answering smile is sharp and full of wicked promise. “They’ll be left with nothing. No money, no power, no place to call home. Just as they deserve.”

Triumph surges through my veins, hot and heady.

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for since I found out my father died.

This is our chance to finally make them pay for all the pain and suffering they’ve caused.

To watch them crumble beneath the might of the Bernard family.

“What’s our next move?” I ask, eager to set our vengeance in motion.

Mother leans back, a smug curl to her lips. “We have someone on the inside. Close to the club. They’ve been feeding us information, keeping tabs on the Reapers Rejects’ every move.”

My brows lift in surprise. “A spy? I didn’t know that.”

“They’ve proven quite useful.” She takes another sip of wine, savoring the secret. “With their intel, we’ll always be one step ahead. The Reapers won’t even see us coming.”

A thrill runs down my spine at the revelation.

Having someone embedded within the MC itself opens up a world of possibilities.

The damage we can inflict will be catastrophic.

I raise my glass in a toast, a wicked grin playing on my lips. “To the fall of the Reapers Rejects MC. May they suffer as we have suffered. And may their destruction be absolute.”

Mother clinks her glass against mine, her eyes alight with malicious glee. “To vengeance, my darling. And to the rise of the Bernard empire.”

As we drink to our dark desires, I can almost taste the sweetness of victory on my tongue.

The Reapers’ days are numbered and I will savor every moment of their downfall.

“So, who is our source?” I ask, setting my glass down with a clink. Anticipation courses through me at the prospect of learning our informant’s identity. “This spy of ours?”

Mother’s smile falters, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. “Now, now, darling. Some things are best kept close to the chest.” She waves a dismissive hand. “All in good time.”

Frustration flares within me.

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