Page 64 of The Secret's Out

Nigel paled and it was magnificent to see. He looked at me in new light, studied my face. “Y-your—”

“Yeah, cockhead. I’m the kid you sexually abused when I was only twelve.”

He blanched and abruptly stood from the table. “What? I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. I would never—”

It was then I took a photo from my back pocket and slammed it on the table. Cameron was fast. I’d give him that. He snatched it up before his father got a hand on it. Watching Cameron studying the photo was fun. First, he screwed his nose up, then he gagged. His hand went to his upset stomach and then he stood just as fast as his father had and threw the photo at him.

“What, you didn’t know your daddy was into little boys?” Eli taunted. “Did he leave his hands off you, Cammy?”

Cameron’s eyes widened. Something triggered in his mind and I wondered what it was. His face turned glacial as he spat at his father’s feet. “You disgust me. I never want anything to do with you again.” He went to round the table.

Eli grabbed his arm. “Hold up there.”

“You do as we say,” I started. “Leave Josie alone and have your friends forget about her...or your father will have his past exploited in the newspaper. I’m sure you don’t want everyone to know what your dad used to get up to when you were just a boy yourself. Everyone will think the same happened to you. You’ve always been supportive of your dad here. How would that look to all your friends?”

Cameron’s hands fisted tightly. He wanted to punch me and all I could think was bring it. His face contorted with rage as he looked back at me.

“Cameron,” Nigel started and placed his hand on his son’s arm.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch me,” Cameron snarled before shaking off Eli’s hold, after my nod to Eli, and stalking out of the restaurant.

“You better go after your son, Nigel. Don’t want him to back out of the deal now.” Eli smirked. Nigel quickly threw some money on the table and went after his son.

At the time we’d thought we’d won.

We were wrong.

It wasn’t until two weeks later, early in the morning, when Eli got a call from Memphis telling him I had a delivery at the compound. Memphis was the president of Hawks in Caroline Springs, so we took orders from him. When he rang, we listened. He’d also said he’d sent Dodge and Dallas over to stay with Josie while Eli and I went to see what I’d received.

I’d left Josie warm in bed when Eli woke me quietly and gestured for me to follow him. After he told me what Memphis said, we were out the front in seconds, dressed and ready. Dodge and Dallas pulled up and went straight inside with a chin lift to us. Once we saw them through the door, we rode off.

Thankfully, the ride was only ten minutes because my mind was fuckin’ with me on what it was and why in the fuck I would get a package sent to the compound.

Whatever it was, I knew it wasn’t gonna be good and I’d been right.

Eli told me Memphis would be waiting in the lunch room in the mechanical area. Brothers-in-arms were milling around working or talking shit. As soon as we were through the door to the lunch room, it closed behind us.

We turned and Eli had his gun pulled and aimed.

“Cool it, Billy,” Memphis grumbled from his seat at the table.

“Dive, what in the fuck you doin’ here, brother?”

Dive, a brother from Ballarat, grinned wide and came forward for a handshake and a slap on the back.

“Talon thought it’d be good for me to come. Apparently, the shit goin’ down is worse.”

Turning to Memphis, I glared. “What the fuck?”

Memphis rolled his eyes and sighed. “You got your own shit to handle. When it’s over, you’ll be in the full fold. For now, you got this to deal with.” He slid a small rectangle box over the table and my stomach dropped when I saw the red trailing the box behind it.

Motherfuckin’ Christ.

Whatever was in that box had bled.

“What the fuck?” Eli hissed.

“That’s what we want to know,” Dive said. “If this has anything to do with Josie, Talon’s gonna—”

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