Chapter 912
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Yvonne and Xander’s words echoed in his mind-it was out of their hands now.
So, the Susanna they’d been tearing Black Gate apart to find… had been with Hull the entire time? Dan’s breath hitched, a crushing pressure building in his chest.
Son of a bitch. Fuck!
“A reasonable explanation?” Hull repeated, a sarcastic smirk playing on his lips. “We prefer to let our actions do the talking.”
Actions?
Dan’s eyes burned with dark fury. “What kind of ‘action’ is this?”
The woman was right there, yet for weeks, he, the Quinn family, and the Schultz family had all been demanding Black Gate hand her over.
They’d turned their organization upside down desperately searching for this
Susanna. Even when they suspected she was merely a pretext for the attacks, they were determined to find her and throw her right back in their faces.
And now…
Hull was just parading her around in public? What was the meaning of this? Were they not even trying to hide it anymore?
That was the distinct impression Dan got they had dropped the act completely.
“What do you think our actions represent, Mr. Murray?” Hull shot back with a cold laugh.
“You people are unbelievable!”
Dan felt like he was about to have an aneurysm. He shot a venomous glare at Hull, then shifted it to Susanna.
Susanna, naturally timid, shrank behind Hull under Dan’s intense stare.
Feeling her tremble, Hull took her cold hand, turning his back on Dan completely.
“Let’s go find it,” he said gently to
her, his voice a stark contrast to the ice he used with Dan. He was focused solely on her Even beside his imposing height, shë looked like a frightened dove cowering in his shadow.
Hull led Susanna inside the restaurant without a backward glance.
Dan’s fury intensified. He whirled on Carroll. “What are they doing?”
“They’ve dropped the pretense,” Carroll stated grimly.
Dan’s jaw clenched. Dropped the pretense.
Yes, that was it. Just like him, Carroll believed their enemies weren’t bothering to hide their true intentions anymore. They were flaunting Susanna right in their faces.
Dan ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Those sick bastards!”
His phone buzzed. It was Derek. The moment he answered, Derek’s frantic voice came through. “Have you found Susanna yet?”
Even through the phone, Dan could feel the desperation. It was clear the attacks on Black Gate were only escalating. They weren’t holding back.
“I’m on my way to Blacktower now,” Dan said, his voice tight.
Yvonne’s words echoed again in his head: Why don’t you ask Hull? Or maybe you should ask your scumbag of a father! It was becoming painfully clear that whatever was happening to Black Gate had everything to do with Derek and Hull.
Inside the restaurant, Susanna found her necklace. It was a family heirloom, passed down from her grandmother to her mother, and finally to her. It was too important to lose.
With the necklace safely back in her possession, she looked at Hull worriedly. “Dan saw me. Will that affect your plans?”
“No,” Hull said dismissively. “You were just the excuse we needed to start this war. Yvonne and Xander have already stirred up enough chaos at Black Gate.”
Susanna’s eyes widened. So, they didn’t need to pretend anymore? Hull’s nonchalant attitude seemed to confirm it. What on earth was his
history with Black Gate? He never
talked about it, and Susanna knew
better than to ask. Some scars were too painful to touch.
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