Especially with the future he planned out for me.
He’s still in good shape, despite his years away from the military, choosing to opt for a more sedentary role.
But again, it’s all part of his illusion.
He’s a man built on deception, spent years plotting the demise of a society that’s likely bigger than he’ll ever truly know.
That doesn’t stop him.
When he wants something, he gets it. Whether that be through building his connections worldwide, or simply taking it for his own.
“Son,” he greets me, bringing me in for a man hug before turning to Rex, doing the same.
Rex was never a part of the plan joining us; he simply had so much grief and rage he needed to channel, and what better way than to come under my father’s wing and join him with the same vengeance that burns within all three of us.
Besides, he’s known Rex since we were kids; he knew he could trust him. Just didn’t expect him to be as fragile as an atomic bomb when it came to hunting these fucks down.
Dad nods behind us, and the three of us walk over to the car.
One thing about my father is he’s cautious. With the shit we’ve uncovered, along with now being sitting fucking ducks, he knows not to speak in public.
These fucks have their fingers in so many crevices, there’s no telling who’s out looking for a quick payday.
When I drop into the passenger seat, I throw my cap and glasses onto the floor, unravelling the scarf from my jacket as Rex and Dad slam the doors closed. “What’s the latest on the new numbers?” I ask, our SUV roaring to life as one of our guys pulls out ahead of us, another two tailing behind in a staggered line.
“Already on their way to the Pit.”
We have five days left until the Omnia expects Regina and I to willingly walk into their gates; that’s enough time for us to grab the Kensingtons. Us abducting them will likely cause hysteria in their organisation if it gets out. Dawson is going to freeze the Omnia feeds planted at their home. I’m not having a repeat of Indie being on Clarke’s.
I’ll get every single piece of information I can out of them, and in the meantime, use Barry and Louisa to lure out all three Montgomerys.
Barry put his fucking hands on my fucking woman. They’ll be the first parts of him to be detached before I make another move.
Then I’m snatching those fucks.
Conrad and George haven’t appeared to have left the manor since the event, likely huddled up with their father so they can await their new playthings arriving.
Unfortunately for them, they’re about to become mine, and most of my toys get ruined within the first few hours.
Then that just leaves the Chief of Police. I might even hand him to Indie and Regina with a pretty little fucking bow round his neck.
That’s not exactly the order in which all of them will all die, but knowing they’ll be living in suffering in the cells of the Pit, whilst I sleep easy above them?
Good enough for me.
The airport is an hour outside Harriston, and it’d be so easy to take a detour to the Kensingtons’ right now, but my father taught me patience. Even if it’s fucking slipping, but the days will fly by.
We need to wait until the last moment when they’re least expecting us.
We don’t have the manpower with us right now. A small team of Ultio have already begun filtering out of the woodland behind their home, ready to send a fresh batch in the next twenty-four hours.
Then I’ll go in.
The car pulls to a halt in traffic whilst Rex and my dad discuss the events surrounding Jenna, and I catch his expression in the windshield.
He’d wished he had the same outcome for my mum. Though if I’m honest, I don’t think I’d want to find her after all this time.She was quiet and timid, but full of love for her family. I already know they’d have broken her mind if she was still alive; death was kinder.
Maybe if Dad had the operation he does now, she’d have survived.
