Page 67 of In the Midst of Chaos

Finley was my world, and she was justpartof his world—not the same thing. Now it was just a waiting game to see what would happen. I sure as hell hoped that they called for ransom or a negotiation. Finley was too valuable for them not to try and cut a deal.

I paced the clubhouse until Andre and Ace rolled in with my brother. Between both of them, they helped him inside. They laid his ass on top of one of the tables in the common room.

My brother was half in and half out of it. The crazy little fucker gave me a grin when he saw me.

Despite everything, I smiled back because I was glad he was alive.

“Can you talk?” My father came to us. He patted Duncan’s cheek affectionately. I knew he loved us, but it was rare when he showed it. I think he did it so people wouldn’t know, and we wouldn’t be too much of a target. That came enough with carrying our last names.

He nodded and asked for some water. Huxley ran to get it for him, then fed it to him.

It took effort for him to tell us what had happened, from the car ride to the basement, and it took energy on my part to keep it together. And I was so proud but enraged at the fact that Finley had to take care of not only herself but my little brother. I should have been there for her. If I had stopped being a fucking pussy, I could have prevented this. Fuck I was only mad because Huxley wasn’t why I stayed away in the end.

I’d pushed her away because I knew her life was in danger.

I didn’t believe the man she killed was Micah’s killer, but what he said about killing her, I took that as a threat. I didn’t believe in coincidences. And I was pretty sure who was the fucking rat, and Gunner wasn’t it. My head snapped up, and I looked around the room, and my heart sped up when I didn’t see Leon amongst us.

He was the fucking rat; I just knew it.

Just as I was about to go look for him, my father’s cell phone rang. By the look on his face, I knew whoever was calling was not someone he was expecting.

“Humberto,” he said, and there was all the evidence I needed to prove who the rat was. My father and Gunner looked equally surprised.

The only way Humberto could have known about my father’s involvement was if Leon told him.

My father looked around, and he came to the same conclusion as I did.

“Everyone, out back,” my father screamed.

Huxley and I grabbed Duncan and dragged him with us. We were barely out the door when explosions started.

Chapter Twenty-Two

“The hit was made, mi amigo.”

I didn’t recognize the voice of the man.

“As I told you, when all of them are dead, there will be no restrictions on our deals.”

I whimpered when I recognized Leon’s voice.

I couldn’t speak, but I managed to open my eyes enough to confirm what my ears had already picked up on, but I needed the visual.

When I left Crull Manor a few weeks after, I received a journal that had belonged to my father. To this day, I didn’t know who sent it. Just that it contained numbers of accounts. Names of people who worked for us or could potentially be allies or enemies. And one of those accounts looked shady, but there was no name or anything on it. It was left nameless on purpose. Only once I found the files in my father’s desk did the information on it make sense.

I found my dad had been tracking Leon’s movements. And he believed Leon was stealing from the club. Not only that, but he wanted it all. He was no longer interested in shares but wanted to own all of it.

“You traitor,” I growled.

I was not going to die a coward.

Both men looked at me.

The other one was a handsome Mexican man who didn’t look as young as he had in the pictures I had received.

Studying my father’s journal had done me good.

The fucker had one daughter, who he kept away from this life. He did not want anything close to this life to touch her, so he sent her off to college.

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