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“Okay…” I let my sentence trail off.
“Knox, it’s Royal, I’m here with Chaos and Sin and few of our men, what do you need?” I explain to Royal the situation and that I need their help to either back me if I go to war against the Irish or help me stop Karl from sending his men to aid my enemy.
“We can’t back you, without Blackwood academy open we are still on a trial basis,” Royal says.
“But, we can put a stop to Karl aiding you. If he helps in any way in a family matter, he breaks the treaty which means he would have the entirety of the families coming after him,” Chanel adds, the woman is a fucking savage and already has my respect without even really knowing her.
“I need him out of the way so I can handle this situation and then find out why he is helping,” I add.
“I’ll make a call to my father and Andreas. Costa won’t help, the Greeks never involve themselves unless they have to. Ian won’t be a problem, he owes my dad a debt.” I know there is going to be a cost for their help.
“What’s this gonna cost me, Royal?” I say in a firm tone.
“Nothing,” Chaos answers. “You were the first to agree to the school and from what Ian and Andreas told my dad, you were the one to demand that no family was to come after mine for what my mom and dad did.” Gratefulness surges inside me.
“I hope you know I didn’t do that shit for ulterior motives.”
“It’s because of that reason why we are helping. Get the vengeance you seek for your sister, Knox. I understand it and know what you are dealing with. If you need our help, then call.” Chaos ends the call and suddenly I feel like I may have found a friend in him without meaning to. With Karl pushed out of the equation we have this shit in the bag. Gio may have turned Tristan against us and surprised me by being here in Winnipeg, but he won’t win this fucking war. I’ll kill him, Percy and then finally put my fucking deadbeat cunt of a father in the ground… but this time, I’ll make sure he is really dead.
Lakeland
Roberto and I haven’t spoken a single word the entire car ride. When we reach the bridge and he parks the car off to the side, I begin to feel anxious. Have you ever had a feeling like something bad happened but you don’t know what it is, you just feel it? That’s what I’m feeling now as I open the door and climb out. We walk side by side along the bridge, the only lighting out here is from Roberto’s headlights and the moon. The closer I get to the middle of the bridge, the pain in my head makes its presence known. We make it to the middle of the bridge when a flash of a memory plays out in my mind, I clutch my head and hunch over.
I gasp when I feel a hand on my back and jerk away from Roberto, tears gather in my eyes as I stare up at him. His eyes are filled with concern as he peers down at me. “Are you okay?”
“I know. All we need to do is get to my house and then we pack our shit and go.”
“How do I say goodbye to him?” I choke out.
“You never have to. He won’t let you go without a fight. He loves you so fucking much, Lakeland, that he even breathes in sync with you when you two are together. He is the person who will always choose you! Never doubt him, he will always find you and make sure you choose him, because without you, his soul would be shattered.”
I shake my head. “I was driving, I told her what happened that night, she knew.” I choke out as an overwhelming amount of guilt slams into me, robbing me of air. Roberto takes a step toward me but freezes at the sight of headlights at the other end of the bridge. Suddenly I’m hit with a sense of Deja Vu just before the pain in my head intensifies bringing me to my knees. I see Roberto shift so he is blocking me and has a gun in his hand. I can make out the figure of a person but I can see them clearly because of the headlights blocking their features. “Ahhh,” I cry out.
“Hang on, Lakeland.” I hear Roberto say as the figure finally comes close enough so we can see who it is. My jaw unhinges in shock at the sight of Clara Bronson standing there looking murderous, but her gaze is fixed on the father of her children who slowly lowers his gun. “Clara,” he whispers.
“I’ll fucking kill you, you will not hurt that sweet girl like you tried to hurt my baby!” she screams. I stare at her in horror as she pulls her own gun, tears flowing freely from her eyes as she points the gun at Roberto. I use every ounce of strength I have to push to my feet but I collapse, weakened from the pain in my head.
“Clara, please let me explain?—”
“You are a fucking monster. I hate you, my children hate you!” Roberto flinches but doesn’t try to defend himself. “You ruined us, you took everything from me. I loved you and you used me.” He gasps and tries to step forward but she cocks the gun forcing him to freeze.
“I never used you,” he says with such conviction that there is no way she can’t hear the truth in his words. “I loved you, still fucking do.” Clara shakes her head, denying him as she swipes her tears away with her free hand. “I love my children?—”
“You don’t get to speak about my kids! They are mine, you abandoned them, you wanted to hurt my little girl,” she sobs out, I can feel the grief wafting her in waves.
“I never wanted to hurt them,” Roberto whispers brokenly.
“Liar!” she screams.
“I swear it…” I tune out their argument as I force myself to my feet and stand shakily. I reach out and grip Roberto’s arm to steady myself.
“Oh my God.” I snap my gaze to Clara. She looks between me and Roberto but I don’t understand the betrayal I see in her gaze. “You used my son, you betrayed him!” she screams. I shake my head and open my mouth to deny her claim but then another car comes speeding toward us with others following behind it. Roberto shifts and uses his body as a shield. I begin to panic, I’m terrified but something about what I’m feeling doesn’t feel new, it’s like old feelings are resurfacing.
“Knox,” I hear Roberto breathe out a second before the sound of guns cocking silences him.
“You should have stayed dead.” The deathly cold tone has a shiver working its way down my spine. “You won’t walk away this time.” Knox sounds like a cold blooded killer. Fear keeps me rooted to my spot.
“Let me explain?—”
