Page 159 of Breaker

“We’re presented with an additional problem. If he’s not here to disarm the system, or if someone other than Runeattempts it, it will shut down and activate an emergency lock down of the entire compound.”

“He has a fail-safe in place,” I say. “Sounds like something he’d do, but why do you need to get into this building?”

“A large shipment of weapons will be delivered before his arrival, which he’ll store away in his vault.”

I back away, my eyes snapping to Reaper.

“Rune has it set up that the only weapons allowed on site are the ones he provides. After each hunt they are locked away until the members venture out again. Now that we’ve secured an invitation, we have to make sure we can access the vault containing the weapons. Weapons which will be waiting for us when we get there.”

“We?” I ask, an incredulous laugh leaving my throat. “Wait. Invitation?”

“Yes, Delilah. We.” Reaper backs away, ignoring my second question. “The only person who he’d ever allow in that room, would be someone he trusts with his life.”

I blink, staring at him.

“Harlow has been unable to access the room. He’s only seen what goes in and what comes out.”

“Wait,Clyde?“ I shake my head like this will make all his words settle properly in my head. “Is Clyde your source?”

He says nothing, which just confirms it.

Sinking to the seat, I drag my hands over my face. Too much swims in my head so I focus on the one thing I asked him to tell me. “I don’t understand what you need me to do.”

“We need you to get into his room, Delilah. Get access to his vault. Once we have those weapons we can take out each member and retrieve the object.” Reaper crouches in front of me and I realize I’m staring blankly at spot on the floor. My eyes drift along his forearms draped over his thick thighs. The skulltattoos on his hands. “This is why I need you trained.” Our gazes lock. “If he suspects you, he’ll have you killed.”

“I’m his daughter,” I say weakly, but even I know that won’t stop him. Rune has spent years hurting Cora. He kills people. Hunts them. He has for years, and whatever humanity he had in him is gone. I tried to tell myself I’d be safe, but it’s a lie I didn’t want to face. He’d not think twice about removing me if he thought I was a threat.

Wait. A threat. I’m going to become a threat the second I attempt to get my hands on the weapons.

I bolt upright, my chair tumbling behind me. My heart pounds, pulse thumping in my ears. Reaper slowly unfolds himself, watching me carefully.

“If I try to get in his vault, he’s going to know,” I say, voice hoarse. My chin wobbles. My heart hammers, anger making my vision blur. Hurt making tears spring to my eyes.

I’m so fucking stupid. Of course this is what they’d want.

“You want me to kill my father,” I say, and I don’t know how it doesn’t come out as a scream. “That’s what you’ve planned all along. You can’t get to him, but I can.”

This is why Striker said he was sorry that day he took off his mask. He knows the magnitude of what they were going to ask me.

“You want me to go to the lodge, get into my father’s rooms, with him, then kill him, giving you access to the weapons so you can kill the rest of the members.”

“Not just the weapons, Kitten,” Reaper says. “There’s something else I want.”

I shake my head in disbelief. “I don’t know if I can,” I whisper. “I may want him dead, want him to hurt, but—“

The distant sound of a door slamming grabs my attention.

“Reaper!” Striker’s shout carries down the hall and then he skids to a stop in the doorway, panting. “Fuck.”

“What?” Reaper snarls, staking toward him.

Striker leans over, hands on his thighs, trying to catch his breath, like he sprinted across the entire mansion to get here.

Then I notice the mask in his hand.

Striker stands up, tugging the mask over his head as he says, “Fallon’s here, and he brought back-up.”

Chapter 49

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