Page 59 of The Silencer

"What's the plan?"I ask, looking up at Jer.

Jer's expression is hard and unforgiving."We bring him in.Quietly.Find out everything he knows about the Syndicate's operations, and then..."

He doesn't need to finish the sentence.We all know how this ends for traitors.

"I want to be the one to do it," I say, my voice ice cold.I know there are other men who are more talented in torture methods, but this cunt betrayed us, and he was in cahoots with my father.

Jer studies me for a moment before nodding."Alright.But, Emmanuel, we need him alive long enough to get information.Don't let your anger cloud your judgment."

I nod, understanding the unspoken warning.This isn't about revenge; it's about protecting our people and dismantling the Syndicate.

"When do we move?"I ask.

"Tonight," Maverick says."We've got eyes on him now.He's at his usual bar, probably waiting to meet his Syndicate contact."

I know the job at hand.It’s a simple task.We get to him and bring him to a secure location—the prefab at the docks, a place where Jer brings a lot of his kills.Usually, it’s Maverick who takes them out.Tonight, I get to step up and do the honors.

We’re waiting outside the bar.Maverick’s beside me, as he always is, with Freddie driving and Stephen in the front passenger's seat.Any minute now, the fucker will be exiting the bar.He’s a creature of habit.Goes to the bar at seven and leaves by midnight.

It doesn’t take long before I see him exiting the bar.I slide out of the car, Maverick doing the same, and I approach.The moment he raises his head, he spots me.I see the moment recognition hits him, followed quickly by fear.

He bolts, but I'm faster.I catch him before the fucker can bolt through the alleyway.

"Going somewhere, Michael?"I growl in his ear.

"Emmanuel, please," he whimpers."You don't understand?—"

I cut him off by twisting his arm behind his back."Save it for Jer," I snarl as I push him toward the waiting van.As we drive away, I can't help but feel a small bit of satisfaction.We've caught the rat.Now it's time to make him squeal.

It takes us around forty minutes to get to the docks.The entire way there, the fucker cries and apologizes for betraying us.I ignore him, as do the others.Now isn’t the time to get into this.Fuck no.We’ll wait until we’re in place and ready to get every piece of information we need.

The prefab at the docks is dark and cold as we drag Michael inside.Maverick secures him to a chair in the center of the room while I set up the tools we'll need.My hands are steady, my mind focused.This isn't about anger or revenge anymore—it's about getting the information we need to take down the Syndicate.

"Please," Michael whimpers as I approach him."I had no choice.They threatened my family?—"

"Save it," I cut him off coldly."You had a choice.You could have come to us for help.Instead, you betrayed everyone who trusted you."

I see the moment he realizes there will be no mercy here.His eyes widen with fear as I pick up a pair of pliers.

"Now," I say, my voice eerily calm."You're going to tell us everything.Every bit of information you passed to the Syndicate.Every contact, every safe house, every operation.And if you lie to me..."I let the threat hang in the air.

“Please, I don’t know much,” he says, his body shaking, and stupidly, I believe him.I doubt he does know much about their inner goings on, but he’ll know enough to help us.

“Who is your contact?”I demand.

“Trace Harrington,” he tells me.His entire body is trembling.He’s going to piss himself soon.He’s terrified.

Trace Harrington is the son of William “Mad Bill” Harrington.The Mob family for the Boston Elite Syndicate.Fucking bastard.

“What have you told them?”I snap, beyond pissed that this cunt has betrayed us and is so willingly giving up the information.

Michael flinches at my tone."I...I told them about Jer and his operations, along with his close ties with the Gallaghers and the Devil’s Falcons MC.About our weapons shipments, the money laundering route, and Jer’s drug trade.They know about every man Jer has on payroll."

Christ, he sold us all out.I feel a surge of rage.My hand lashes out before I can stop myself, backhanding Michael across the face.

"What else did you tell them?"I demand, my voice dangerously low.I need to know if he told them about Clodagh.This cunt was one of the men who watched over her.

Michael cowers in his chair."Just...that Jer has a lot of friends, a lot of people in his corner.That the only way to make his empire crumble is to take him out."

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