Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
“This is all of it,” I say quietly. “We have everything we need, Da. Tell me we can end this?” The plea is clear in my voice. He knows I won’t give up until this is finished, until I see the life drain out of Gordon’s eyes. My father may not have raised a killer, but I’ll be one to save him and our organisation.
“This gang of boys,” my father spits out the word, “are ruthless. I’ve seen the shite they do, and it’s not pretty.”
“Worse than the stuff I used to do?” Hadrian asks.
It’s the first time I’ve ever heard him mention the work he did for my father. He never talked about it with me. Our conversations were always focused on my life, on my hopes and dreams, and on my schoolwork.
“Aye, far worse,” Da replies with a nod, and ice trickles down my spine.
Hadrian, Hades, and Racer are seated at the long wooden table in my father’s dining room, their expressions serious and focused, while I stand by the window, staring out into the night, trying to steady my nerves.
We’ve gathered to go over the plan one last time. It’s risky, but we’ll be going in well prepared. The room is thick with tension, the air practically humming with the gravity of our discussion.
This is it—the moment we’ve been building towards.
Taking my seat at the head of the table, I begin, “We now have reliable intel that Gordon and the leader of the Mod Boys will be making an exchange at the old warehouse in two nights’ time. This is our chance to catch them red-handed.”
Hadrian leans forward, his eyes intense. “We need to be meticulous about this. Any slip-up, and they’ll bolt. We can’t afford for that to happen.”
Hades nods in agreement. “We’ll need eyes on every exit, and once the deal starts, we’ll have to move in fast. We can’t give them any opportunity to escape.”
Racer, ever the strategist, taps a finger on the table thoughtfully. “We need to set up a perimeter around the warehouse. Ensure that we cover all possible escape routes. And we’ll need a team inside, ready to move when the time’s right.”
“My da has named a few trusted men we can call on to help.” I just hope those he’s identified as backup do in fact have our best interests at heart. “We have proof that Gordon and the leader of the Mod boys will be there. We have the element of surprise and need to use that to our advantage. We can’t rely on brute force alone. We need to outthink them.”
Hadrian nods, his eyes meeting mine with pride and determination. “Harley’s right. We need a plan that covers all bases. Hades and I will lead the team inside. Racer, you’ll coordinate the perimeter with the rest of Hunt’s men.”
Hadrian’s gaze shifts to me, a silent question in his eyes.
“I’ll stay here and manage communications,” I reassure him. “You’ll need someone coordinating from a distance in case anything goes wrong.”
“We’ve got this. Gordon won’t know what’s hit him.” Hades smirks, his confidence evident.
“Let’s go over the details again,” Racer says, spreading out the map of the old warehouse district. “We need to be precise. This is our one shot. We need to make it count so those cunts don’t have a chance to fight back.”
For the next hour, we pore over the map, discussing every detail of the plan. Our combined experience guides us, while Hadrian’s tactical knowledge and Hades’s combat expertise refine the strategy. Racer’s insights into logistics ensure we leave nothing to chance.
Finally, we have a comprehensive plan. Every entry and exit point is covered, and every potential complication anticipated. The room is filled with a sense of purpose and a shared determination to see this through.
As we wrap up, Hadrian looks at each of us in turn. “This is about more than just stopping Gordon and the Mod Boys. This is about restoring order and protecting our families. I have faith in all of you. Let’s make this count.”
We nod, a unified front ready to face the coming storm. As we disperse, Hadrian lingers by the door, his eyes meeting mine with a mixture of concern and resolve.
“Are you okay with all of this, Harley?” he asks quietly.
I step closer, taking his hand in mine. “I am. We have to do this, Hadrian. I want to keep the organisation and my father safe, and this is the only way to do it. I’d like to be there in the warehouse with you, but I know it’s best that I’m not. If I put myself in harm’s way, I’ll be a distraction.”
He squeezes my hand, his strength reassuring. “Even when you’re not in harm’s way, you’re a distraction,” he responds, causing me to smile. “Meet me at the bench tomorrow at sunset.”