Page 46 of The Silencer

I nod in agreement."What's our play?"

Jer is silent for a long moment, his brow furrowed in thought."We need to get to your father before they do," he says finally."We can't risk him getting out and falling into the Syndicate's hands."

"So we're sticking with the original plan?"I ask."We’re taking him out in prison?"

Jer nods grimly."It's our only option now.But we'll need to move quickly and carefully.If the Syndicate has people on the inside, we can't trust anyone in the prison system."

I run a hand through my hair, frustration and anxiety warring inside me."How are we going to pull this off, Jer?We're talking about infiltrating a maximum-security prison and taking out a high-profile inmate, all without alerting the Syndicate or the corrupt guards."

"I know it seems impossible," Jer says, his voice steady, "but we've pulled off tougher jobs before.We'll need to call in some favors and use every resource at our disposal."

He's right, of course.We've faced seemingly insurmountable odds before and come out on top.But this...this feels different.Personal.

"Alright," I say, steeling myself."What's our first move?"

Jer stands and moves to a locked cabinet in the corner of his office.He unlocks it and pulls out a thick file."First, we need to go over every detail of the prison's layout, security protocols, and staff rotations.Then we'll start planning our infiltration."

As Jer spreads the documents across his desk, I feel a grim determination settle over me.This is it.In a matter of days, I'll be face to face with my father again.And this time, only one of us will walk away.

"One more thing," Jer says, his voice grave."We need to consider what happens if we fail.If your father does get out..."

I meet his eyes, understanding the unspoken implication."Clodagh," I say."If he gets out, she'll be in danger."

Jer nods."We might need to consider moving her, putting her under protection.Just in case."

The thought of Clodagh being dragged back into this nightmare makes my stomach churn.But Jer's right.We need to be prepared for every possibility.

"Okay," I say, my voice hard."Let's find a way to get to my father and then we can sort the Boston Elite Syndicate out.”

Jer grins.“Yes.Once we’ve dealt with your father, we’ll deal with those fuckers.”

Fucking finally.Jacob’s reign of terror is coming to a close, and I can’t wait to be the one to end his bullshit.

SEVENTEEN

emmanuel

I’ve spentthe past few days immersed in preparation, going over every detail of the prison layout and security protocols.Jer has called in favors, arranging for a few trusted guards to be on duty tonight when we plan to make our move.It's risky, relying on anyone inside the prison, but we don't have much choice.

I make my way to the rendezvous point where I'm meeting Jer and the rest of our small team.The plan is simple, at least in theory.We'll enter the prison under the guise of a routine inspection.Once inside, we'll make our way to my father's cell.From there...well, that's where things get complicated.

"Ready?"Jer asks as I approach.

I nod grimly."As I'll ever be."

We enter the prison, our fake credentials passing inspection easily thanks to our inside help.As we make our way through the corridors, my heart pounds in my chest.Years of training keep my exterior calm, but inside I'm a mess of nerves and adrenaline.

Finally, we reach my father's cell block.One of our inside men unlocks the door, and suddenly, there he is.My father.The man who destroyed so many lives, including mine and Clodagh's.

He looks up as we enter, a smirk spreading across his face."Emmanuel," he says, his voice dripping with false warmth."I knew you'd come eventually."

I feel a surge of hatred so strong it nearly chokes me."It's over," I say, my voice cold."Your games, your threats.All of it ends now."

My father's smirk widens."Oh, I don't think so, son.You see, I've got friends in high places now.Friends who are very interested in the work you do."

Before I can respond, alarms begin blaring throughout the prison.Shouts and the sound of running feet echo down the corridor.

"What the hell?"Jer mutters beside me.

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