Chapter 4: The Enemy Who Knew My Name
The first thing I noticed about Victor Kane was his smile.
It wasn’t the smile of someone who was happy.
It was the smile of someone who already knew how the story ended.
He sat on his motorcycle like he owned the road beneath him. Like the desert belonged to him. Like every person standing around him was just another piece on a board he had been moving for twenty years.
I hated him immediately.
Not because Reaper hated him.
Not because my mother looked terrified.
Because he looked at me like he knew things about my life that even I didn’t know.
“Caleb,” Reaper said quietly.
I looked at him.
“Stay behind me.””
I wanted to argue.
I wanted to say I wasn’t a little kid anymore.
But the way he said it made me understand.
This wasn’t about pride.
This was about survival.
Victor slowly removed his gloves.
“Still protecting people, Reaper?””
Reaper didn’t move.
“Still hiding behind other people’s pain, Kane?””
The smile disappeared from Victor’s face.
Only for a second.
But I saw it.
And so did everyone else.
One of the bikers stepped forward.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here.””
Victor looked at him.
“Do I?””
The biker stopped.
Victor looked around at the Dust Reapers.
“Twenty years later, and you’re all still pretending Michael Johnson was a hero.””
My mother gasped.
“Don’t.””
Victor turned his eyes toward her.
“Angela.””
Her face went pale.
“You haven’t changed.””
My hands curled into fists.
“How do you know my mother?””
Victor looked at me.
Then he smiled again.
“That’s the question you should have been asking your entire life.””
Reaper stepped forward.
“Enough.””
Victor ignored him.
“You know what’s funny, Caleb?””
I didn’t answer.
He continued anyway.
“Your father spent years trying to expose me.””
His eyes narrowed.
“And in the end, the person who hurt him most wasn’t me.””
The words hit the air like a weapon.
My mother looked down.
“Stop.””
Victor’s smile returned.
“Ask her.””
I looked at my mother.
“What does he mean?””
She didn’t answer.
That silence hurt more than anything Victor could have said.
“Mom?””
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Caleb, don’t listen to him.””
“Then tell me he’s lying.””
She opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
That was enough.
Victor leaned back slightly.
“Your mother always had a problem.””
Reaper’s voice turned dangerous.
“Choose your next words carefully.””
Victor looked at him.
“You were always loyal, Reaper.””
A small laugh escaped him.
“Too loyal.””
The bikers shifted.
Everyone was tense.
But Victor didn’t seem worried.
That was what scared me.
He wasn’t surrounded.
He wasn’t trapped.
He was comfortable.
Like he had planned this.
“You came here for the flash drive,” Victor said.
Nobody moved.
But everyone reacted.
A tiny reaction.
A glance.
A breath.
Victor noticed.
Of course he noticed.
“I knew it.””
My mother grabbed the object in her hand.
Reaper looked at her.
“Angela.””
She closed her fingers around the flash drive.
Victor smiled.
“There it is.””
My stomach dropped.
“You knew she had it?””
Victor looked at me.
“I knew Michael would never trust anyone else with it.””
The way he said my father’s name made me sick.
“You don’t get to talk about him.””
The words came out before I could think.
Everyone looked at me.
Victor looked amused.
“You have his anger.””
I stepped forward.
“And you have nothing.””
For the first time, his smile disappeared.
The silence was immediate.
I didn’t know where the courage came from.
Maybe anger.
Maybe fear.
Maybe because my whole life had been built on a lie, and I was tired of being the last person to know.
Victor studied me.
Then he laughed softly.
“Michael really did leave something behind.””
Reaper moved closer.
“Leave.””
Victor looked at him.
“You know I can’t do that.””
“Why?””
“Because now the boy knows.””
My heart pounded.
“Knows what?””
Victor looked directly at me.
“That your father didn’t trust the Dust Reapers.””
The words landed hard.
I looked at Reaper.
“No.””
Victor tilted his head.
“You’re sure?””
Reaper didn’t answer.
That scared me.
Victor continued.
“Michael discovered the truth about Kane Industries.””
He pointed at the flash drive.
“But before he disappeared, he also discovered something else.””
“What?””
Victor smiled.
“He discovered someone close to him was working with me.””
Everyone became still.
I looked at Reaper.
Then my mother.
Then the bikers.
Someone had betrayed my father.
Someone close.
“Who?”” I whispered.
Victor looked satisfied.
Because that was what he wanted.
Fear.
Suspicion.
Division.
“You’ll find out.””
Reaper took another step.
“You’re leaving now.””
Victor looked at him.
“Or what?””
The two men stared at each other.
Twenty years of hatred passed between them without a single word.
Then Victor looked back at me.
“Your father wasn’t weak, Caleb.””
I didn’t expect that.
“He was stubborn. He believed people could change.””
Victor started his motorcycle.
“That was his mistake.””
The engine roared.
Reaper shouted:
“Stop him!””
The bikers moved.
But Victor was already turning away.
Before he disappeared into the dust, he looked back.
“Ask your mother why Michael came to her that night instead of you.””
The motorcycle shot forward.
Within seconds, he was gone.
Leaving only dust.
And questions.
Nobody spoke for a long time.
Then I turned toward my mother.
“Why?””
She looked at me.
“What?””
“Why did Dad come to you?””
Her face broke.
“Caleb…”
“No.””
My voice shook.
“I need to know.””
She looked at the ground.
Reaper walked closer.
“Angela.””
She wiped her eyes.
“Your father knew he was being followed.””
I waited.
“He came to our house.””
“Why?””
“Because he wanted to take us somewhere safe.””
My heart tightened.
“Then why didn’t you go?””
She looked at me.
“Because I was scared.””
“Of him?””
“No.””
Her voice cracked.
“Of what would happen if we ran.””
I didn’t understand.
She looked toward Reaper.
“Michael told me something.””
“What?””
“He said there was someone inside the Dust Reapers helping Kane.””
The bikers reacted instantly.
“What?””
“Impossible.””
“No way.””
Reaper looked stunned.
“Why didn’t you tell me?””
My mother shook her head.
“Because Michael didn’t know who it was.””
The desert became quiet again.
Then one of the bikers spoke.
“So you’re saying someone here betrayed him?””
Nobody answered.
Because everyone understood what that meant.
The enemy wasn’t just outside.
The enemy might have been standing beside them.
Reaper looked at the flash drive.
“We need to see what’s on it.””
My mother hesitated.
Then handed it over.
Reaper took it carefully.
Like it was something fragile.
Like it contained a piece of my father.
They walked toward the clubhouse.
I followed.
Inside, the Dust Reapers clubhouse looked nothing like I expected.
I thought it would be dark.
Dangerous.
Instead, it was filled with old photographs, tools, maps, and memories.
My father was everywhere.
In pictures.
On walls.
In stories nobody had ever told me.
I stopped in front of one photograph.
It showed him standing beside Reaper.
Both of them smiling.
“You looked happy.””
Reaper stood beside me.
“We were.””
I looked at him.
“Were you brothers?””
He didn’t hesitate.
“Yeah.””
The answer hurt.
Because I had spent eleven years thinking my father was a stranger.
But here was a man who had known him.
A man who missed him.
A man who had been carrying his memory longer than I had been alive.
A laptop was placed on the table.
The flash drive was connected.
Everyone gathered around.
The screen flickered.
One folder appeared.
No name.
Just a date.
The date my father disappeared.
Reaper clicked it.
Inside were dozens of files.
Documents.
Pictures.
Videos.
Then one file opened automatically.
A video.
The screen showed a man sitting in a dark room.
My father.
Older than the photograph.
Tired.
But alive.
My breath stopped.
Nobody moved.
Then my father looked directly into the camera.
And spoke.
“If you’re watching this…”
He paused.
His eyes looked broken.
“…then something happened to me.””
My mother covered her mouth.
Reaper stepped closer.
My father continued.
“I need you to understand something.””
He looked straight ahead.
“Victor Kane wasn’t the only person I was afraid of.””
The room went silent.
Then my father said the words that changed everything.
“The person who betrayed me was someone I trusted with my life.””
The video glitched.
Static covered the screen.
Then, just before it cut out, my father whispered:
“Reaper… don’t let him find my son.””
The screen went black.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody breathed.
Then a sound came from behind us.
A chair scraping.
Everyone turned.
One of the Dust Reapers was standing near the door.
His face was pale.
Because he knew exactly who my father meant.
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And he whispered:
“He was talking about me.””
