STRIKER

 

 

 

I stared at Moses for a whole long minute. I let my brain process, but I felt it malfunctioned. 

The only thing clear to me was that Linus wanted to be a part of the Hover unless my father had this some kind of secret organization.

“To get to you? Yeah, that, I understood.”

“No.” He gestured for me to sit. “It’s time for you to know everything.”

“Okay. You get my attention. What exactly is everything?” I sat back. I was still hesitant, but maybe this would answer what had been bothering me.

“Three years ago, Linus crossed paths with one of the largest mafia organizations in Italy.”...