Epilogue

EPILOGUE

HARRISON

A few hours earlier

I walk out of Central Park , clutching my phone tightly. Anger courses through my veins until all I can see is red. Seeing my father enjoy a cozy morning with his girlfriend, smiling as they stroll around the gardens, sipping their coffees, makes me feel sick.

He doesn't deserve a single bit of the happiness he has in his life.

He doesn't deserve anything .

I search through my contacts and call Maverick , my old friend from Eidelburg . Although , I suppose he's less of a friend and more of a past ally. He's a little unpredictable, but we always kept each other safe when it mattered. I haven't spoken to him in years since I left the lower basin.

" To what do I owe this pleasure," he answers with a gruff voice.

" I was hoping you could help me out. For old times' sake." I cut straight to the chase. " Do you still have access to that warehouse out by the port?"

His chuckle is dark, but there isn't an ounce of humor in it. Reminding me that one of the best parts of our partnership was that no one dared to fuck with him. He doesn't play around.

" Yeah , it's still there. Why ?"

" I have a plan, and I need your help."