Chapter Fifty Three

Maddox's POV

Samson barrelled into the cell, barging into my shoulder as he passed. The chair I sat on spun sideways crashing to the ground as I jumped to my feet. Samson dropped to the bench, scowling at me, his arms folded across his chest and his jaw clenched.

"What do you want?" He snarled.

"I apologise in advance for the questions I need to ask," I said trying to smooth things over. Samson scowled in response. "Did you know Henry was alive?"

"Do you see his dead body laying at my feet?" Samson hissed. "My father betrayed my family. The next time I see him he's a dead man."

"So you haven't been in touch with him since he left?"

"No, Mason, I haven't been in touch with him. Have you been in touch with your father? Has your grandad?"

"Not that I'm aware," I said fighting to keep my building frustration from edging into my tone. "But my family will be questioned next."

"By who? B