Page 83 of Peaceful Chaos

Marks inhales loudly. "You all need to be under round the clock protection."

"Already taken care of," I tell him. Later we'll fill him in on our plan to drop out of school. No sense talking in front of Jenna in case Damien manages to get her back.

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We continueto question Jenna over the next several hours. Finding out I'm not the father of her baby is only the surface of what we need to learn. Not that any of the information she provides is a revelation.

We already guessed that Damien charged her with separating Raven from the rest of us by getting her to go out with her to the club she kept pushing. Damien had Big Tony, one of his more sadistic personal guards, waiting to take her from the club.

After the last time she failed to get Raven to go along, and Damien thought he could breach Chaos property, Jenna hired the two thugs now in federal custody to be her backup.

After we're done, Marks calls a transport to have Jenna moved into a secure facility where they can protect her from Damien. She's still going to face charges, but unlike Holbrook, he'll keep his word to help her save her son and shorten her sentence.

He drives us back to the complex, and we invite him inside our apartment with Lucien following along.

I head straight for the fridge and grab a few beers, and a Pepsi for Raven. When I join them in the living room everyone is sitting in quiet contemplation.

"We aren't any further than we were before," I complain as I join Raven on the couch.

"Not true," Lucien says. "We know you don't have a spawn running around. That's something."

Raven leans forward and smacks Lucien on the back of the head. "Dumbass," she mutters before settling back against me.

She mutters several more colorful words to herself before speaking to us again. "We also know that I have access to most of Damien's money, that he's got another heir to the kingdom of hell, and he's lost his spy. Without the video equipment he had on the last house he's truly blind now."

"Which only makes him more dangerous," I warn.

"Yes, but it also means he's improvising." Her eyes narrow, and I can tell by the way she chews on her bottom lip she's got an idea she knows we aren't going to like.

"Out with it, princess."

"I think it's time we poke the hornet's nest," she mumbles.

"What do you mean?" I'm afraid of what idea she's cooked up. I don't like to admit there's any similarities in Raven to her father, but she's equally as calculating as he is. The child he dismissed as being worthless because of her gender might just be the one who brings his empire to it's knees.

She smiles, and I nearly shudder at the evil glee written on her beautiful face. If she's an angel, she's the angel of death.

"You need to call your father. We're going to help him win an election."

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