Intruder Inside My Soul (EDITED)

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3rd POV

"You have some balls coming here," Bradly Lawrence spoke in an emotionless tone as he entered his office. He took off his hat and put it on the hanger. Then he sat down at his massive mahogany desk.

"How else would I clear my name?" Grim asked rhetorically. Hudson was sitting next to him while Animus and Alex stood at the wall behind them. The rest of the gang was waiting outside the building.

The situation was dangerous, but they had no other choice. Amabel was in danger and there was nothing they wouldn't do to get her back safe and sound.

"I don't have all day. There is a young lady waiting for me to take her out. Please make this quick." Lawrence said and leaned forward with his hands crossed on the desk.

"Alex," Grim called. Alex went out of the office.

They had the needed proof. All it took was a deal with one very crazy woman. Poor Alex would have to do her bidding for a while, but that was a price he would gladly pay to have his twin safe.

"What is the meaning of this?" Lawrence growled. He looked at the door where Hudson's son just left.

"He'll bring in the evidence that we weren't the ones who crossed you, Bradly. I told you we always keep our word. We are honorable business partners, but were set up," Grim said. If he was right about Lawrence's character, then Greg was a dead man.

After a few minutes Alex returned holding a scrawny-looking man by the back of his neck in a strong grip.

"Who the hell is this lowlife?" Lawrence demanded, looking down at the beaten up man.

"Go ahead, Dax. I know you have a lot to tell Mr. Lawrence," Hudson urged the terrified man. He was literally trembling in fear. Hudson didn't blame him. It would be a miracle for Dax to walk out of here alive.

"P...please, I know nothing." Dax begged. Alex pushed him on his knees.

"That was not what you told us earlier." Grim growled.

"Enough. Speak or you'll have bullet between you eyes in exactly 30 seconds," Bradly Lawrence pulled out his gun and aimed it at Dax.

"No, no, no. Please. I'll talk, just don't kill me," Dax cried. It was indeed a pathetic sight.

"Well?" Lawrence cocked his gun. His patient was running thin.

"I didn't know the van was yours, I swear. They gave me the address and time. I just had to steal a white van and bring it to a deserted warehouse and leave it there. They paid me in cash and fake ID. After it was done, I had to leave and lie low. I did what he asked. I didn't mean to cause trouble, but I needed the money so bad." Dax whimpered.

Lawrence was furious. He thought it was Grim, but now he begun to doubt.

"Who paid you?" Lawrence demanded.

"I don't know, man. I met him only once. He didn't give me name or anything." Dax cried out.

"Well, this doesn't help me much Grim." Lawrence glared at the big biker.

"Dax, you told us you saw his face. Could you be able to recognize him if we showed you a photo?" Grim asked. He had everything planned. All he could do now was hope that it worked out.

"Yeah, I think so. It was dark, and he had a fucking hood over his head, but I still saw him. Yeah." Dex nodded vigorously. He was going to do anything to save his pathetic life.

"Does any of these faces seem familiar to you?" Hudson pulled out a stack of photos and laid them down on the table. Alex pulled Dax up and brought him closer.

Meanwhile, Lawrence also looked at them. What confused him was that all those people were his men he trusted dearly. Rage just kept building in his chest.

"This. This is the guy who paid me. Yes, yes, yes. That is him." Dax pointed at Gregs photograph.

Lawrence couldn't believe this. His own son. Could it truly be that? He didn't have the best relationship with Gregory, but did he really hate his father so much for him to go against Bradley?

"Wait. This guy." Dax suddenly pointed at another photo. It was Gregory's right hand. Mike. The guy did everything Greg asked. "This guy was there too. He sat in the car. I saw him when he drove by. The guy was the driver."

This was even better than they thought. Grim definitely was pleased. Greg did nothing without Mike and vice versa.

"Get him out of here," Lawrence ordered, and two bulky guys dragged screaming Dax out of the room. No one really cared what happened to the guy. He was a petty thief that annoyed everybody. Grim's gang had a more important matter at hand.

"I am sorry about this. To me family is everything, and if one of them betrayed me, I wouldn't take it lightly. Unfortunately, clearing our name was not why we really wanted to meet with you." Grim spoke.

"What do you want?" Lawrence asked, emotionless. He didn't know what to do. He was ready to explode with rage. He felt empty, confused and hurt.

"Gregory has crossed us as well, and not by framing us. What he did to us is far worse. I hope you'll give him to us to get our revenge. To get Hudson's revenge." Grim observed Lawrence's reaction, which was humorless laughter.

"You want me to give over my son for you to hurt him?" He asked in disbelieve. Grim had some guts.

"He raped my daughter," Hudson suddenly spoke up. He had lost his patience. Every minute they wasted was a minute where Gregory could hurt his little girl.

Lawrence stopped laughing. If he was surprised before then now, he was in pure shock.

"Excuse me? What did you say?" He whispered.

"Your fucking son abused my little girl. He beat and raped her for months. So yeah, I want you to give him to me," Hudson yelled.

"Lower you voice when you are speaking to me." Lawrence demanded.

"I don't want to fight with you. I just want my daughter back. That bastard kidnapped Amy and now she is in danger. Please help me find my little girl." Hudson begged. He was desperate. Just like everyone else.

Especially Animus, who was standing quietly this whole time. He was barely keeping himself together.

"This can't be true," Lawrence spoke to himself. He noticed that there was something wrong with the girl. The way she flinched when Greg touched her. The way she was forcing herself to smile.

He couldn't comprehend that his own son was capable of monstrosities he was accused of. Not to mention how ashamed Lawrence was for him to allow this to happed under his roof.

"Let's go. We are going to put an end to all of this." Lawrence said and stood up. "Call Patric and tell him to keep an eye on Gregory. He can't leave the house."

"Will do sir," one guy by the door nodded his head and took out a phone.

"Gregory is at my house with your daughter. She is strong, I'll tell you that. Amabel put up quite a show for me not to see what was truly happening. I hope that you'll forgive me for what my son has done." Bradly looked at Hudson with regret in his eyes.

"This is not your fault. The only one who should feel sorry is Gregory." Hudson assured. He didn't blame Lawrence one bit.

"Sir, your son has locked himself in his room with the girl." The guy informed.

Animus's blood ran cold. If that bastard dared to put a finger on his girl, he would cut them off.

"Let's move already," Animus growled. He had to get to Amy fast.