Serena's POVThat statement sure did snap him out of his mystery. His eyes slightly widened as his eyes returned to my face.“Say what?” He asked.“Listen.. I know what's eating you up this much.” I slowly caressed his cheek. “I know you're torn between the decision to stay by my side and the consequences you might face if you leave your gang. I want to be there with you tonight and be your source of strength as you tell them you've made up your mind.”For a while, he didn't talk but just stared at me in disbelief before finally stepping out of my reach.“No.” He shook his head gravely. “I can't endanger you that way.” “Myles.. we are talking about your men. What harm will they cause?”“You really don't understand what you're trying to walk into.” He said firmly. “Some of them were at the house here earlier, and you should have seen how violent they were becoming. No. I won't thrust you into a den of wolves.”I smiled and stepped forward, closing the distance between us again.“You'r
Serena's POVThe look on Naomi's and Damien's faces was nothing short of pure Bliss for me, even though they appeared to be really angry. I was now their superior at the office, and I was starting to really enjoy making them do things against their will. I wasn't a cruel office manager, though; but to them, I wanted to be as brutal as I could be.The day was finally drawing to a close, and I made my way back to Myles's office and was about to enter when…“Oh, Mr Voss left already,” Anna spoke up from her desk.I stopped and stared at her for a while, with the words slowly setting in.“Oh.. okay,” I replied. “Has he gone out for a function or something? Did he tell you when he'll be back?” “Umm.. I think he went home. Heard him talking to someone I assumed works as security at a home.”I bit my bottom lip in annoyance. I wasn't happy that he'd go home without me, leaving me behind at the office without even giving me a heads-up.“Maybe I should call him and…”“No.” I stopped Anna befo
Myles's POVI left work earlier than I was meant to. I needed to check things out at home before anything else happened. The whole run-in with Detective Davies still played in my head. He was too sharp for his own damn good, and I could feel him breathing down my neck already. When I pulled into the driveway, Bruda was already waiting by the steps with that calm look of his.“What did I miss?” I asked.“You won’t believe the story I cooked up for that detective,” he said with a grin.I raised an eyebrow. I saw most of it on camera, but didn't hear their dialogue.“What did you do?”“He saw motorcycle tracks in the garage, so I told him you had a dirt bike that’s out for repair. Gave him the number of an old buddy of mine who runs a shop. Called the guy later and told him to play along. By the time Davies calls, he’ll be talking to a mechanic swearing he has your bike.”“You did that? Good thinking.”“Had to. No time to think. That man was sniffing around too much,” Bruda said.“That
Author's POVThe car carrying Detective Davies and his partner rolled slowly towards the towering iron gates of Myles's mansion as a statement of power. High walls topped with subtle but deadly security measures surrounded the entire property.“You really think he's just going to let us walk in?” his partner, Officer Miller, asked from the driver's seat.“He already did,” Davies grunted, his eyes fixed on the intercom. “He's playing a game. He wants us to look. He wants to show us he has nothing to hide.”As they pulled to a stop, a man stepped out from a small security booth. He was big but moved with a quiet confidence that spoke of serious training. This was Bruda.Davies rolled down his window. “Detective Davies. Mr Voss must have told you we'll be coming.”Bruda nodded. “He has consented to a search of the grounds and the garage. Please follow me.”With an electronic hum, the massive gates swung inward. Miller drove the car through, following Bruda, who walked with a steady pac
Myles's POV“Myles we got a problem. A big one,” Dean’s voice was strained and ragged with urgency. “The feds are buzzing. They’re putting together a task force. They’re coming for us.”I“Coming for us for what? But We’ve been quiet.”“The convoy attack last night,” he said.“That wasn’t our play Dean. You know that.”“I know that and you know that. But the cops don’t,” he said his voice dropping. “The one survivor they have says he saw Hellfangs colors. He says… he says he saw you, the Reaper of Hellfangs Leading the charge.”The world fell silent. Every piece clicked into place with sickening clarity. The ambush. The stolen guns and drugs. The lone survivor left to tell a story. The fake colors. It had Murphy’s stench all over it. The Ghost had made his move. He didn’t just want to start a war he wanted to erase me from the board entirely and yet again He had framed me perfectly.A cold rage settled deep in my bones. “He impersonated me.” It wasn’t a question.“It had to be him,” D
Murphy's POVThe night air was cold, but I barely felt it under the rush in my blood. My bike rumbled as I pulled it to the side of the dark road. One by one, my men rolled up behind me, and their engines growled low like beasts waiting to be set loose. The moon gave just enough light to show their masks. No one wore their Dead Revenants cuts tonight. Every single one had the Hellfangs patch on their back. Myles’s colors. That was the whole point. When the blood was spilled, the blame would fall on him.I looked down the road. Nothing yet. But I knew the convoy was close. We had been tipped. Every detail lined up. Tonight was the night. Guns seized from a cartel. Drugs too. The cops thought they were moving it quietly. They had no idea we were waiting.I raised my hand. “Listen up,” I said. Everyone stopped talking. Engines went quiet. Just the sound of the night and heavy breathing under masks.“You all know the plan,” I said. “We tear into that convoy hard and fast. No mercy. No s