Page 105 of Havoc

“Why bother when you were such a helpful little tool to make your father behave. So long as I held that truth over his head, it was one more reason for him to cooperate. That’s why I kept our little secret, right, Anderson?”

Titan winks at my father, but my father doesn’t meet Titan’s gaze. His eyes are set on me. His expression is ripped open, telling me everything Titan is saying is true.

“You worked for them this entire time?” I swallow hard. “But you hated bikers. You hated Levi and his club.”

“Because I knew what would happen if you didn’t keep your distance. You getting involved with Levi put you in danger.”

“It put me in danger withyour friends.” I scoff, putting the pieces together. “I’m in this mess because ofyou. They came to our house because ofyou. They—” My hand flies to my abdomen. To the scar that changed me. “You’re the one who brought this on us.”

Not the Twisted Kings.

Not Levi.

My father.

“How? Why?” As if any answer can explain what he’s done.

“I thought it was legitimate. I didn’t realize what Titan would ask after that first transaction. It was just a couple of passports—”

“Don’t discount your work, Anderson.” Titan turns from my dad to me. “Your father’s expertise with legal documents has been extremely beneficial over the years. Especially when we need to move people in and out of the country. He has a gift for getting around the system.”

Trafficking.

My father has been helping the Iron Sinners with their trafficking operation.

I shake my head, but no words come out. My father helped the Iron Sinners sell people as if they had no worth. And he dragged me into it.

“You should have told me.” My throat tightens. “You should have said something.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen like this.” Dad’s apology might be genuine, but it doesn’t erase what he’s done.

I’ll never be the same because of him, and my story isn’t the worst of them. There are women who endured worse. Women who likely died, all because my father was greedy and got in over his head.

Dad lifts to his knees. “I’m sorry.”

But Titan is done letting him talk. He circles Dad, lowering the butt of the gun on the back of his head and knocking him out.

“That’s enough for now.” Titan’s expression is tight.

My father is limp on the floor, but he’s still breathing.

“I can already see you trying to forgive him.” Titan continues to circle the room. “You always were compassionate toward the wrong people.”

“I’m not forgiving anyone right now.”

“Whatever you say.” Titan scratches his jaw with the barrel of his gun, and I wish it would accidentally go off. “I’ll always be thankful for your father personally. Even if he’s mostly worthless now. He brought us together. That’s the only reason I let him live this long.”

“You make it sound like we’re in a relationship.”

“Aren’t we?” Titan takes a step toward me. “The fact that you made it so easy for me to get you proves how much you missed me.”

“I didn’t miss you for a second.” My teeth clench.

“Are you sure?” He tilts his head, skimming me with a sickening sweep of his eyes. “You showed up knowing that I’d find a way to get you out from under them. That’sthe problem with the Twisted Kings. They’re always a step behind, trying to catch up.”

Arrogance beams from his eyes, and I’ve had enough.

“You’re right, Titan. You’re always one step ahead of everyone, and that’s the ongoing problem. Which is how they knew you’d take me straight to him.”