“Valentine is a fucking useless piece of shit,” Harry spits again, “ever since you took his girl he’s been distracted. Edgy. Damn right nasty and is not meeting his end of the bargain.”
“What bargain?”
Harry groans, “Valentine is working with another organization, one that has the power to take you out.”
I laugh, “Sure they do, if they had the power why aren’t they here themselves.”
“How do you know they’re not?”
“So this organization, what are the called?”
“The Syndicate.”
“And so the Syndicate contacted Valentine and told him to start a war with a family that has more connections than he’ll ever have. Why?”
“They promised him the city if he did it. But then you went and fucked it up!”
“By taking his daughter.” I nod.
“Yes.”
“Okay, so that doesn’t explain the hit on Wren.”
Harry winces as he fidgets in the chair but he doesn’t actively speak. With the paperclips still in my hand, I grab one and jab it under his fingernail so hard and so fast it embeds all the way in, leaving just a glint of metal hanging out the top.
Harry screams.
“Talk!”
“Okay, okay!” Harry sobs, “We were tipped off that you had the girl at the club and the syndicate contacted Lawson, told him if he got rid of the distraction he’d be rewarded. If he got you too, they would have killed Marcus and put him in charge.”
I sigh. Power like that will definitely turn a man like Lawson.
I glance at Ryker who’s watching this whole thing with narrowed eyes and a locked jaw, “This Syndicate,” I continue, “Why my city?”
Harry laughs then, manically, “Not just your city asshole. All of them. They’re the biggest underground organization the world has ever seen and once they have you, because they will have you, they’ll take down the rest.”
I stand from the chair and pull out my gun, lining it up with Harry’s head. I promised it would be quick and I’m a man of my word.
My finger squeezes the trigger without a second thought. The loud bang ricochets off the walls of the barn, the bullet slicing through muscle and bone.
But despite gleaming the information from him I don’t feel any better.
In fact, I feel like shit has yet to really hit the fan but when it does, because it will, I will be ready.
I have to be.