Page 57 of In the Midst of Chaos

I nodded because this much I had gathered.

“By this point, things had already been happening. Lost cargo, raids, things that didn’t make sense.”

“Yeah, Chops mentioned the bust on the old shipping warehouse,” I told him.

My father’s eyes flared.

“Who have you been talking to about this?”

His tone was serious, his posture stiff.

“No one,” I lied. I had only told Nate, but I was sure he hadn’t told a soul.

“You mustn’t ask questions,” he told me. “I thought Micah was behind all of it,” my father confessed, and I sucked in a breath.

“I don’t understand.”

“We started this club with an idea. We had a plan and a goal. As we grew, so did our views. We had a disagreement, and I thought he betrayed us—me.”

I couldn’t even process what my father was telling me. All I could think about was that if Finley found out, she was going to be crushed.

“How did you know he didn’t betray you?”

“Because before we were supposed to have a meet to discuss these events, he was murdered. And I let everyone believe that I thought the man you killed was the one responsible for his death.”

I felt sucker punched.

Shit.

The life I had taken was in fucking vain. I didn’t mind doing what was asked of me to make it right for my family, but I drew the line at hurting innocent people.

Fuck.

I needed Finley. I needed to get lost in her to wash away what my father just said.

My father looked at me and sighed.

“I would have preferred you never found out about that. But to ease your conscience, you did not take an innocent life. That man was a criminal but not responsible for Micah’s death.”

I nodded because that’s all I could do. I still felt like shit.

“As you all know, we suspect he was killed. I paid for the report to be altered. His brake lines were cut, but I didn’t want that getting out. I’ve been waiting for someone to slip, but nothing.”

“Who do you suspect?”

“You’re not dumb,” he replied.

I cursed.

“What do they have to gain from his death?’

My father shrugged. “I don’t know. I want to believe Leon nor Gunner would ever betray us, but I also know it could be one of them.”

Fuck. I didn’t want to believe any of this shit. They were fucking family. Disciples. A betrayal from a friend cut deep, but from a brother, that shit killed, and that’s what I was doing to Huxley.

“Blair was having an affair,” my father said about Finley’s mom.

I glared at him.

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