Page 59 of Unmasked Legacy

Leaning back in the seat, I stare at the biker in front of me.

I know he has a gun shoved down his jeans, I can see it glimmering when his jacket lifts.

It’s crazy to think what I’m thinking right now, but I can’t stop myself.

Wolfe needs to feel a single moment of fear.

Hewillwish he never met me.

I’m going to ensure that happens.

I DON’T GIVE MY PLANmuch thought.

The second Zane’s bike comes to a stop, I move quickly. I reach for the gun in his jeans, jerking it out before throwing my body from the bike. Somehow, I land on my feet and quickly take a few steps back. Already figuring out what I’m doing, Zane has spun around, and his helmet is tossed to the ground as he stares at me, his gaze intense.

“Put that gun down,” he orders, but I can see he’s weary.

I have a weapon, and he doesn’t.

“Sorry,” I say, my voice stone cold. “I need to see Wolfe.”

He puts his hands up. “Can’t let you do that.”

I point the gun at him, and shout, “Get him.”

“What the fuck is goin’ on?”

Wolfe’s voice has me spinning around to face him. He has just walked out of the warehouse and is now standing just behind Zane’s bike, his eyes a mix of confusion and anger.

“I know who you are,” I say, my voice so scarily calm that even I don’t recognize it. “I know what you did.”

Wolfe stares at me for a long, painful moment. I know he’s assessing whether or not I’m telling the truth, or maybe he’s wondering just how much I actually know. Either way, I can see the concern flicker across his features. I have a gun pointed at him, and if I have to, I will pull the fucking trigger.

My hand shakes violently as I keep the gun aimed in his direction, my eyes brimming with tears. My voice cracks when I rasp, “You fucking lied to me. All this time, you knew exactly who my father was, you knew about his past, you knew what was going on, and you used me to keep it covered up. Tell me, Wolfe, does everyone in this fucking club know that you helped a fucking murderer?”

Wolfe stands firm, his expression now unreadable. His voice is clipped when he finally speaks, as if he feels nothing. “Put the fuckin’ gun down and we can talk.”

My heartache pours out, raw and unfiltered. “I fucking trusted you.” My voice breaks and tears roll down my cheeks. “I actually thought you were here to help me, but you were just trying to protect yourself.”

His gaze is unwavering. “I did what I fuckin’ had to do. If you let me speak, I’ll explain it.”

“Explain what?” I scream, a mix of anger and desperation. “That you actually knew my father, that you meant something to him, that you were his little fucking sidekick?”

“Put. The. Gun. Down.”

His voice is laced with deep rage, but I don’t lower the gun. “Does it scare you, knowing that I could pull the trigger and end it all? I mean, it’s in my nature, right? That’s what everyone in this god forsaken town thinks. I could shoot you right now and send you right back where you belong.”

A flash of genuine fear washes across his features, only for a split second. “I will tell you what you need to know, and why I did it, but you gotta put that gun down.”

I jerk it, causing him to take a step back. “Maybe I don’t want to fucking put it down. Maybe, just maybe, I want you to feel for a single second some of the things I’ve felt in my life because of that man.”

Before Wolfe can answer, someone slams into me from the back.

The impact is sudden and brutal, knocking the wind out of me as I crash face-first into the dirt. Pain radiates through my body, a sharp reminder of my already injured hands and knees. My knees scrape against the rough ground, causing a cry to escape my lips.

As I lie there, the weight of betrayal and heartbreak presses down, mixing with the burning pain shooting through me. Tears blur my vision, not just from the hurt but from the overwhelming sense of being shattered, both physically and emotionally. In this moment, I feel utterly broken, as if every ounce of strength has been stripped away, leaving me exposed and fragile in a world that seems so fucking determined to crush my spirit.

The gun has fallen from my hands, and it is quickly snapped up.

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