Page 45 of The Silencer

“Last time I saw you, Emmanuel, you were fifteen and close to your father.Now you hate him more than I do.”

I stare at Craig, my father's former drinking buddy and one-time friend, trying to keep my expression neutral."A lot's changed since then.You said you had information about my father?"

Craig nods slowly, his eyes never leaving my face."I do.But first, I need to know—how far are you willing to go to stop him?"

"As far as I need to," I reply without hesitation."What do you know?"

Craig takes a deep breath."Your father's been making moves, even from inside.He's got connections—powerful ones.”

I raise a brow.“Who?”

“The Boston Elite Syndicate."

My blood runs cold.Our suspicions were right."How do you know this?"

"Because they approached me too," Craig says."They wanted me to keep an eye on your father, on you, and on Timothy, and report back to them.In exchange, they offered protection, money, and a chance at early release."

I process this information quickly."And did you take their offer?"

Craig shakes his head."No.Your father...he's dangerous.More than they realize.I've seen what he's capable of.That's why I reached out to you.Not to mention, if Timothy found out that I took them up on their offer, he’d disown me."

Tim is his son.He’s also a member of the Devil Falcon’s MC.His president is Maverick’s other uncle, Butch.When they find out those bastards are looking into them too, they’re going to be pissed.

I fucking knew those asshole hadn’t backed off.They’ve just started to be more covert while trying to find intel on us.

I study him carefully, looking for any sign of deception."Why should I trust you?"

"Because they’re going after my son," Craig says, his voice low."I know what your father did to that little girl's family.And I know that the Boston Elite Syndicate are even worse than him."

The mention of Clodagh sends a jolt through me."What else can you tell me about the Syndicate's involvement?"

Craig glances around nervously before continuing."They're planning something big.I don't know all the details, but it involves your father.They're going to try to break him out."

"When?"I demand.

"Soon," Craig says."Within the next week, from what I overheard.They've got people on the inside, guards who've been bought off."

My mind races with the implications.If the Syndicate gets my father out, all bets are off.He'll be free to make good on his threats, to come after me, after Clodagh...

"Thank you for this information," I say to Craig."But why come to me?Why not go to the authorities?"

Craig lets out a bitter laugh."The authorities?Half of them are in the Syndicate's pocket.No, you're the only one I trust to handle this.You're the only one who truly understands what your father is capable of."

I nod grimly."Alright.Is there anything else you can tell me?"

Craig hesitates for a moment."Just...be careful, Emmanuel.Your father, he's not the man you remember.He's worse.Much worse."

With that ominous warning, Craig melts back into the shadows of the warehouse, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

As I make my way back to my car, my mind is racing.I need to get this information to Jer immediately.The drive to Jer’s house takes me half the time due to my mind being preoccupied.My head is filled with so much information and confusion.

I burst into Jer's office, not bothering to knock.He looks up from his desk, alarm crossing his face at my expression.

"What happened?"he demands.

I quickly fill him in on my meeting with Craig and everything I learned about the Boston Elite Syndicate's plans.Jer's face grows grimmer with each passing moment.

"This changes everything," he says when I finish."If they're planning to break your father out within the week, we need to move fast."

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