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“This being Miles Kennedy, I presume?” His lip twitched into a bitter smile. “That’s the one. He works for your father so I guess you would know him too. How is he doing these days?” But now it was my turn to smile. “Dead,” I answered honestly. “…I killed him myself.” Sterling’s face immediately paled. “You’re lying… He’s not dead. He only told me a few weeks ago that he’d gotten his hands on the documents. We’re meeting in a few days.”

"I think he knows that Kennedy is pregnant with his child. At least Reina said. The kids in that school… are dangerous. They talk a lot about how to be pack traitors." “I also think about Hudson. You said he was the one who supported Kennedy and her plans with Alpha Mario, then in the last attack, he died… by whom? Was he killed by the rouge? Or was he killed by our officers? " "I don't think it was from our officers, Alpha ... because apart from you, me, and Reina ... no one knows about the treacherous Hudson," Harry replied firmly. He also had time to focus his thoughts on Hudson's death.

Not trying to win only trying to buy time. One of the guards looked toward Kennedy. "Boss... what about you?" Kennedy calmly picked up one last photograph from his desk. The picture of Shannon. He slipped it carefully into the inside pocket of his jacket then looked around the study one final time. His books, his desk, his wife's portrait, twenty seven years. Every memory, every plan, every piece of his life existed inside this estate. He slowly exhaled. "Let's go." Meanwhile Sean stepped through the shattered front entrance. Glass crunched beneath his boots while smoke drifted through the grand foyer.

Cameron ranted on and on, delivering a tirade I didn't even want to hear. I pulled the phone away from my ear as her voice continued, relentless and grating. I only brought the phone back to my ear once I sensed she was finally done. "The Kennedys are a crime family. They should be prosecuted for their offenses—whoever initiated this investigation did the right thing," I said. "As for Harry… Well, if he colluded with the Kennedys in any of these crimes, he should be brought to justice as well.

the letter read. “I spent four hours today arguing with a man who smelled like old goat cheese and gunpowder. I found myself wondering if you were still reading about the Medicis, or if you’d moved on to something less bloody. I found a bookstore in a small village today. It was tucked between a bakery and a butcher shop. I saw a first edition of 'The Shining' and thought of you. Stay in the sun, Little Bird.” I laughed again, a sound that I had not genuinely made in a while .

Grayson was on the line, bringing me shocking news. He revealed why the police were investigating Kennedy’s car accident. He was gripping a USB drive when they found him. However, what was on that drive remained a mystery. It was likely connected to his death, so it was safe to say someone had killed Kennedy. It sent chills down my spine, and I almost dropped my phone. My suspicions that he was murdered were correct. Who could it be? Celine? But if she was behind this, why did she want him dead? What did Kennedy know?

an irritating scoff rolled out my throat as I opened the door. "What?" Just seeing her face was enough reason for me to get pissed off. "I need to know a few things about my dad" "Fine." "What exactly do..." "Why and who did my dad send you to kill?" She asked with the most innocent look plastered on her face. "First of all, do not ever interrupt me and how comes perfect daddy didn't tell his precious daughter of his killings?" I thought the Mafia ran based on trust, no secrets between family members but outsiders.

We’re silent as Moon leads me back to the house. He grabs two of my pills from a kitchen cabinet and watches me take them. I’m too overwhelmed and don’t argue because my head is pounding. He leaves me alone in his room so he can attend his conference call. I curl up in his bed, inhaling his scent and wondering how this went so fucking wrong. It was Moon’s actions and not mine that killed Penny. Moon’s fucking games. Manuel Estephon is thought to be the number one killer on American soil and directly tied to the Mexican drug cartels. If Moon is to be believed, and I don’t know what to believe anymore, Kennedy is tied to Estephon.

He asked and I nodded, developing a sudden curiosity. "Yes, and Nolan Walters was a pain in the ass." I rolled my eyes, "he's an arrogant total piece of crap." I looked up as Edward began to laugh. Did I say something funny? "I and Nolan's father, Jared, were friends." He explained and my mouth was practically left hanging open. I regained composure. "You never told me this, Why?" "Come on. Jared died when you and Nolan were just eight years old," Edward defended himself and sadness flashed in his eyes for a split second which made me wonder how close they were.

News of the explosion traveled fast. By morning, it was everywhere. The news channels called it a "terrorist attack." The Inquisition called it a "gas leak." But the underworld knew the truth. Someone had hit Kaelen. Hard. And they had walked away. In the Haven, the mood was electric. The wolves weren't scared anymore. They were excited. For years, they had hidden behind their walls. Now, they had struck back. And they knew who was responsible.