Page 65 of Targeted By Vengeance

“Would you believe me if I told you?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

I swallowed my bite. “Logan…he…he tried to kill me.”

Scoffing, Gabriel grabbed his glass and brought it to his lips. “What? No. Why would he do that?”

“Because he killed my father.”

He froze, choking on his sip. “What?” He asked between coughs. “But weren’t…weren’t they friends? Why would Logan do that?”

“Because my father found out he was running with a band of corrupt agents, so he silenced him before he could do something about it.”

“Wait, wait, wait, I feel like I’m missing a lot of chapters. Logan was doing what now?”

I dug through my bag for the letter and documents my father had given me. I had a feeling I’d need them. “Here,” I said, holding the folder out to him. “See for yourself.”

Gabriel stared at me for a moment, hesitant to take the papers. Slowly, his eyes ran over the words on the page. With every word, his jaw fell lower and lower. “What the fuck,” he muttered as he finished the handwritten letter and flipped through the evidence my father gathered.

“There’s more where that came from,” I said. “I’ve been compiling piles of proof of the agency’s corruption. Shit went so deep even the head of the brass was involved.”

“Jesus,” he muttered. He paused on one paper, his eyes lingering on the list of names on the documents. “Wait, some of these are the agents who were murdered recently.” His eyes shot up to me. “Are you the one behind them?”

“Possibly.”

“Simone, what the fuck!” He yelled, recoiling in disgust. “You took an oath! You swore to serve and protect!”

“Yeah, so did they. Yet, they still killed my father and God knows how many other people to keep their wrongdoings secret. They’re not innocent, Gabriel.”

“Doesn’t mean you take away their right to a fair trial.”

“Nothing in this system is fair,” I snapped. “With the way they’re pulling the strings, none of this would even make it to trial.”

“So what? You’re just gonna play judge, jury and executioner?”

“Why not? They did.”

“Don’t you want to be better than them?”

“No,” I said without hesitation. “I want them to burn in Hell.”

“Damn,” Gabriel sighed, falling back in his chair. “The Simone I knew would’ve never stooped to their level.”

“Well, I’m not the woman I used to be.”

“I see,” he murmured. “So, what are you telling me all this for?”

“Because the other night scared the shit out of me.”

His brows pinched. “Wait, that was really you? You’re riding with him? Simone, are you out of your mind?”

“When everything with Logan went down, he was the only one I could trust.”

“You could’ve trusted me.”

I frowned. “I know. I’m sorry. At the time, I was just so scared - so paranoid, and I just…I clung to what I thought was my safest option. The world thought I was dead, so I thought it’d be best if I stayed that way.”

“Best for who? Because none of us have been doing well since you died. Your mother’s been drinking like a fish. I can’t keep a partner to save my life at work. And Isabelle…her light still hasn’t come back.”