Command (Storm MC 6)

My mouth turned dry and nausea rolled through my stomach.

My father had more evil inside him than I’d ever realised.

Mum wept beside me while I balled my fists. The need to lash out was strong. I wanted to punch my anger at my father out of my body, but I controlled that need, and waited to hear what else Blue had to say.

“I never knew all this until very recently when I went through her journals. I kept them all these years after her death, but never worked up the courage to read them until now.”

“She died of a drug overdose, right?” I said.

“Yes. After she was raped, she turned to drugs to deal with the pain. I could never understand what led her to the drugs, but it all makes sense now.”

“How does this all fit in with you leaving town?”

“I never knew why she did drugs, but I always knew she was getting them off Storm. Off your father. After she overdosed, I went to the police to try and help them bring Marcus down. I worked with them for a while, and in the course of that, I stumbled across the fact your father killed a cop who had blackmailed him into snitchin

g on Sydney Storm. Apparently, the cop discovered Marcus had killed a biker from another club and used that information to force him to give them details on drug deals Sydney was involved in. The VP of Sydney and two other members ended up doing time after Marcus gave the cop details of their activities. When the VP went to jail, Marcus panicked and killed the cop so Sydney would never know it was him. After I discovered this, I blackmailed him myself – told him to get Storm out of drugs altogether, or I would tell Sydney what he’d done. I didn’t want you kids to deal in drugs, and neither did your grandfather. This was my one opportunity to put an end to that era of Storm.”

And all the pieces fall together.

“So you had to leave town or Marcus would have killed you,” I said as I pieced it all together.

He nodded. “Yes, and I had to keep moving around over the years because Marcus had his feelers everywhere. That Adelaide President was in his pocket and came close to finding me a few times.”

I scowled. “I don’t trust that asshole.”

Before Blue could say anything further, a knock at Mum’s back door cut through our conversation.

“You expecting someone?” I asked as I stood.

They shook their heads, so I left them to go and see who it was. I pulled my gun out, ready for any possibility.

The tall cop who’d stood at my front door the other day, now stood in front of me at Mum’s door. “What the fuck do you want at this time of night?” I demanded as I shoved my gun away.

“Blue here?” he enquired.

“What the fuck?” I was completely confused now.

Blue joined us. “Let him in, Scott. Carter’s working with me on this.”

Carter?

Working together.

What the fuck?

I spun around to face Blue. “What the hell is going on?”

Carter pushed past me, shutting the door as he went. “I’ll tell you what the fuck I’ve got going on,” he muttered, meeting my gaze. “I’ve just come from the hospital where I have a dead informant lying in one their beds. You know anything about that?”

“Fuck, did you kill Rogue?” Blue asked, his voice strained.

I eyed the cop, not willing to admit anything in front of him.

Carter raised his brows and said, “I reckon he did, so there goes our lead on Bourne.”

I held up my hand. “Wait one fuckin’ minute. Can one of you tell me what the fuck you’re talking about.”

They exchanged a look before Blue finally shed some light on what they were up to. “Carter is Miranda’s brother. I asked for his help when I learnt Marcus was working with Bourne to find me and also to get Storm back into the drugs. We’ve been working together to bring Bourne down, but the asshole covers his tracks so damn well, we’ve struggled.”