Page 24 of Rebellion of a Kingdom

His face sets into a firm grimace, like he is trying to act unaffected, “I take note of all the girls Elliot Donovan has his eye on.

“Yeah, I’ll bet. Just not enough to protect them though, huh?” I shake my head in disgust. How can this many men be this fucking corrupt

“Don’t presume to know anything about me.” He snaps his words at me, losing that cool edge he was going for, and I see the anger lining his features.

“No? Connor O’Sullivan, born in Belfast in October of 1973. Moved to the States as a teen after a stint in juvie. Your parents wanted a better life for you, so they sent you to live with a family friend. Except he was President of the Hallowed Crows to which you became a prospect for, almost immediately. You worked your way up until the day he was shot and killed by an enemy club and it was at that time you were voted in as Prez yourself. Now you’ve got Aiden here,” I nod to his VP, “and then my man Ezra, and let’s not forget about the infamous Killian,” I add gesturing to the final man of the group. “Wanna talk about reputations? Because damn, his is impressive.

All of them look furious and unimpressed with the information I have on them, and I can feel the tension rolling off all of them. “Very skillful I see,” O’Sullivan replies dryly.

I sit forward until my elbows lean against my knees and spin the knife I had hidden, round the tip of my finger. “No, skillful is how I could take out all four of you without breaking a sweat. It’s high past payment for your sins, don’t you agree?”

“And what sins would we be paying for exactly?” Killian asks in a deadly tone that makes me want to shudder. He is the kind of guy only spoken about in dark alleys with no one around. The stuff he’s said to have done is enough to fill anyone’s nightmares.

I push my fear aside and remember why I’m here, “Every single one you have committed while being in bed with the Donovan’s.

Aiden snaps first, “We are not in bed with that piece of shit!

“No?” I fake disbelief and intrigue, “Then why are you still running his guns and drugs every month?

“Those shipments are ours; he just takes them for himself,” Ezra barks in disgust, and I can tell I have hit a nerve with him.

“What, and the big bad Crows can’t stop him?” I’m being sarcastic as fuck, but I’m beyond caring. Their alliance with the Donovan’s is one of the only things I have never been able to work out. Why do they yield to him constantly and do all his dirty dealings, allowing him to keep his hands squeaky clean

They all remain silent until Connor blows out a deep breath, “We have no choice.

That pisses me off. “There's always a choice,” I spit back. “You're just making the wrong one. Just like him. And like him, you will pay.”

I stand up and flick open the device in a last attempt to get some truth. Aiden, Killian, and Ezra all raise their guns at me as I go to press the button.

Connor shouts, “He has my daughter.”

I immediately pause, “What do you mean, he has her?

He looks at me with a grimace as he responds, “You know better than anyone, exactly what I mean.

Fuck.

I drop my arm and they all visibly relax. How did I miss this? I dug up every part of his life and nowhere did I come across him having a daughter. He must see the thoughts on my face because he answers them without me voicing them.

“I kept her well-hidden, her Ma was some club whore I had a one-night stand with many moons ago. She turned up here when Bex was still a toddler. Had a meth problem and wanted money in exchange for my daughter. I paid what she wanted and then some, ensuring she would fuck off for good. Then I moved her to the other side of town with a trusted friend, where she grew up untainted and safe. But it seems you can’t control teenagers as well as kids, when she got older, she came sniffing around here.” He glances to the guys next to him, but none of them so much as flinch as they take in his words. Interesting.

“It wasn’t long before she was seen here, and someone started asking questions, and as they say, loose lips sink ships.” He looks in physical pain as he speaks about her and I can only imagine what he is going through. My daughter has only been gone a week and I’m losing my mind.

“How long?” My voice is struggling to remain unaffected.

“I haven’t seen her in two years.” His words are barely loud enough to penetrate the empty room the five of us stand in, yet somehow they pierce the air with their impact.

Fuck. Two years. Two fucking years. I can only imagine what she has endured during that time.

“Do you know where Elliot is keeping her?” I don’t know why I ask, I shouldn’t, I definitely don’t have time for anything other than getting my own daughter back. But two years is a long fucking time.

He snorts in disgust, “Oh yeah, I know exactly where she is, she’s the guest at the residence of Carter Fitzgerald, more security than the fucking Pope.”

Fuck. His daughter is with the Mayor of fucking Black Hallows. The most powerful name on my list and in the eyes of the law. He just became a bigger fucking priority.

“What if I get your daughter back for you?” I ask boldly, even though I haven’t got a fucking clue how I am going to get to Fitzgerald yet.

Killian scoffs at the very idea, “Yeah you and whose army, princess?”

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