Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Caius tenses like he might attack him again. I grip his elbow to keep him from doing something stupid.
“Well, fucking kill us already,” Dad snarls. “Drawing it out is boring. There’s nothing left for us anyway. You successfully destroyed our legacy, Romy. You ungrateful little bitch—”
Bang!
At first, I think it’s a gunshot, but it’s a door slamming against a wall. Footsteps rush for us. Men and women with matching jackets and guns drawn enter the space.
Feds—carefully vetted and friends of Copper. He’s with them, looking more like he belongs to those people than as a biker, and gestures for us to get the hell out. He allowed us our moment, but the Feds were going to get them in the end. It was always the plan.
I linger long enough to watch my brother and father get handcuffed. Then I let Caius drag me by the hand out of the home and next door. As soon as we’re alone and Koyn makes himself scarce, I fall against Caius’s chest.
It’s over for Bastian and Dad. They’ll never step foot out of prison again, not after all their crimes.
“Is it over yet?” I ask, voice fatigued.
Caius kisses the top of my head. “Soon, love. Really fucking soon.”
Caius
He knows we’re here.
Theo shoots me a nervous look as he pulls into the garage under the lodge. I’m tense, coiled tight like a spring as we pass Dad’s expensive cars he’s collected over the years. We pull into an empty spot next to the Maserati.
I have a flash of a memory.
Me and Romy.
Sliding my dick against her pussy.
The overwhelming urge to push inside her, but knowing I wouldn’t. It was all for a show. To protect her from Solomon’s twisted proclivities.
She was my responsibility back then—a mess to clean up. Now she’s my everything.
Closing this final chapter is necessary. Confronting Dad and ending his lifetime of terror is the only way for me and my family to safely move on.
Our plan is to divide and conquer. Theo will go to the main office at the lodge to pull what he can off the servers in there. I’ll be the one to have a little chat with Dad.
We exit the vehicle and make our way to the door. It’s been left ajar. He’s waiting.
“You sure you want to face him alone?” Theo asks, voice low as we enter the elevator. Surprisingly, his passcode still works. “I can go with you. This is something we can do together.”
I don’t want to tell my baby brother that, no, it’s truly not. He may be helping us with this whole thing, most likely to save his own ass or some sense of misplaced guilt, but his betrayal cut too deep. There’s no repairing it. Once this is over, I want him gone.
“I can handle the old man,” I mutter. “Just get the shit Koyn wants and get out.”
Before coming here, we raided the lab’s computers. Dad’s reign is over. I just have to make it official.
Theo gets off on the second floor and I head up to the penthouse, learning that my passcode still works as well. If he didn’t want us here, he’d have changed them. With each lingering second, anxiety buzzes through my veins like I’m being electrocuted. I worry I’m walking into a trap.
I touch the Glock over my shirt that’s holstered in my belt. I’ve gone from being a suit-wearing, arrogant prick to some sort of quasi-biker outlaw who prefers jeans and work boots. At least Romy seems to like my new style.
Dad would be so disappointed.
The lobby area of his penthouse is quiet, clean, and empty of people. Typically, he has staff in the background cleaning or cooking. They’re suspiciously absent.
He’s ready for me.
I’m sure the second we set foot in the lab, he was alerted. He knows I’m coming for him. We’ve been successfully taking out all the people in his shitty world. He’s the last one who matters.
Will I kill him?
Can I kill him?
These are things I uttered aloud in the dead of night, needing Romy to help me understand and work through them.
She doesn’t want me to.
Not because she cares for him. Quite the opposite. She’s worried about what it’ll do to me.
Maybe he deserves jail time like her family. Knowing him, though, he’ll find a way to psyop the whole damn prison and run his operation from behind bars.
Nah, this has to end tonight.
My boots thud softly on the marble floors as I make my way down a hallway of his. I don’t ever go into his bedroom, but I do now. It’s sparsely decorated aside from a few framed pictures. The one on his dresser is of the four of us. Me, face emotionless as I stare at the camera, Dad’s usual smirk, Theo’s naivety shining in his eyes, and Gareth’s charming grin.