Page 83 of Alpha Bait

Because of the shame that I had brought upon her, she had lost her life. By the time I arrived at my aunt's apartment, I rushed for the whiskey. Liquor wasn't enough to sate me.

I needed to kill Jamal.

I had nothing to lose anymore. Jamal had stripped me of everything in my life that had mattered. My father's business would fail without strong leadership. I could not lead alone. My family had already been wrecked by the dispute over money.

Ames, my best friend who had been my confidante throughout my entire life lay dead, buried in the Carmichael mausoleum alongside my cousin Selena.

And Indie...

I struggled to comprehend why Jamal had gone so far as to orchestrate the death of his own sister, but I firmly believed that's what he had done.

As I lay asleep, too drunk to strip my shoes off with my tie only slightly loosened around my neck, I promised myself I would avenge them. I had to be strong. I had to avenge their deaths. Let no one say that Richard Carmichael, III was a man without honor.

If I couldn't have Indie, I could at least have this.

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