I had good memories of Blue. He’d always been a strong male presence in my life. Dad hadn’t wanted us to spend a lot of time with him, but Mum had snuck visits in when she could. Looking back now, I realised it was thanks to Blue that I’d learnt how to treat a woman right. He’d had a long-time girlfriend who he’d cherished, and I’d watched them for years, taking in the way he showed his love for her.

“Your father and I always had a hard relationship. I chose not to join Storm even though our family had a long history of membership with my father and his father before him. Dad supported my decision not to join, but Marcus belittled me for it. I had little respect for Marcus, but Sharon wanted him in her life, so I stood by her choice and watched out for her. Then I met Miranda and I knew she’d be the woman I would spend the rest of my life with. We never married, but we didn’t need that. What we did need, though, was for Marcus to leave her alone…” He stopped talking and swallowed hard as his hands clenched.

My gut churned. I sensed he was about to tell me something ugly about my father. As if there weren’t enough ugly truths about him already.

I was right.

Blue’s eyes met mine and the pain I saw there hit me in the chest. When I flicked my gaze to Mum, I took in her ashen face. This wasn’t going to be easy to hear, but it had to be said. I wasn’t sure how I knew, but the understanding sat deep in my soul that we needed this out on the table in order for us all to move forward.

Blue cleared his throat. “I’ve already told your mother, so she already knows this.” He paused and I nodded. Tell me. “Marcus wanted a relationship with Miranda, but she said no. She never told me because she didn’t want to hurt your mother or me with the revelation. He tried to sleep with her a few times and she continued to say no, but one night when I was out of town, he forced himself on her. He raped her and then threatened her so she wouldn’t ever tell anyone.”

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 snitching 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.”

“Up until now,” Carter drawled. “Rogue was wanted in Queensland on some charges and I was cutting a deal with him. In exchange for information on Bourne, I would work to drop some of the charges.”

“Rogue was working with Bourne?” I asked.

“Rogue was working with everyone, Scott. Whoever paid him got the information. He didn’t care who he told what to, so long as he got cash for it,” Blue explained.

“Fuck,” I muttered, stunned at his double crossing. “So you’re after Bourne, not Julio?”

“Bourne wants Julio dead. He wants control of Julio’s territory. I want them both dealt with. My investigation of Bourne has been on my own time because it’s in another State, but now that Julio is dealing in Queensland, I’m investigating him on work time, and am hoping to get to Bourne that way,” Carter explained.

“Jesus, it’s a fuckin’ mess in my head at the moment,” I said. “All this double crossing and secrets.” I eyed Carter. “Why are you telling me all this? Aren’t you investigating me, too?”

Carter ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “I’m going to be real honest with you, Cole. Your father was a piece of shit and when he died, I celebrated with drinks. It was one of the happiest days of my life, knowing that the man responsible for my sister’s death was dead. Then I got lumped with fucking investigating that death when Rogue turned up with his bullshit information, accusing you of killing Marcus. My partner is all over that investigation, but I’m not. Now that Rogue is dead, I’ll be doing my best to shut that down. For all I care, you could have tortured your father for a year before killing him and I wouldn’t give a shit. And so long as Storm keeps its hands clean of drugs, I don’t care what else you do. But next time you want to suffocate one of my informants, give me a head’s up, so I can get the information out of them that I need before they die.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of him, and I sure as shit wasn’t admitting to anything, but I was ecstatic to hear he’d be ending the investigation into Marcus’s death. The less I had to worry about, the better.