Page 31 of Havoc

He owned three nightclubs, and I knew one of them was losing a lot of money. Enough for me to use it against him. The only reason he didn’t give it up was because of the secret he hid beneath the basement of the club. The secret entrance to his trafficking business. He’d almost tried to get me into it, but Hendrix had almost killed him for it. That was the last time Hendrix stuck up for me.

Memories of the night Wilder tried to fuck me came flooding back and I hated that I remembered how it felt when he touched my body, how he pushed me up against a table and bent me over as he ripped my clothes off. I hadn’t made a sound, knowing my father had allowed this. He’d allowed his own nephew to fuck his only daughter.

But he wasn’t my cousin, and I’d only found that out days after the attack. The whole time I was dreading what could happen, would I get pregnant, would I have a child by him? I was lucky, he hadn’t been able to perform as much as he wanted.

Wilder had been a coke fiend and because of that, his cock didn’t want to work. That was when, out of frustration, he’d bent me over a table and fucked me in the ass.

Painfully.

He’d been hard then, not looking at me, and only having my ass on display, he was fully hard at that moment. I wondered if anyone knew Wilder was gay. The wise men certainly did, with many, many photos they could have used to blackmail him.

But they hadn’t.

And now all the evidence belonged to me.

Payback was a bitch, after all.

“Hadrian,” I called out.

He looked in the rearview mirror at me. “Yeah?”

“Take me to clubPiranha. I need to see Wilder.”

Hadrian nodded and headed into the city. Time to get rid of the competition, once and for all before my big entrance at the meeting tonight.

There was hell to pay, and tonight hell was going to be wrought.

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Club Piranha

An hour later

The club was empty, because the doors hadn’t opened yet, and it was weird to see it so cold and abandoned. Wilder was sitting at a table on the balcony with Dunstan and two others I didn’t know. Hadrian had my back, so I gripped onto the photos in my hand and took the steps two at a time.

“Presley,” Dunstan stood, like the gentleman he was. He kissed me on the cheek and offered me a seat opposite Wilder. He didn’t look impressed and that’s exactly what I needed from him. “What brings you by?”

“Oh, just wanted to see what Wilder’s plans were for the meeting tonight.”

“You know about the meeting?” Wilder asked, that shrewd little smirk on his face.

“Of course, I do, I’ll be there with Jett and Ebony.”

His smirk disappeared. “So why are you here now?”

“I just thought I’d stop by and tell you I know all about your little secret and I have the proof now. I told you I wasn’t going to let you destroy me and live.”

Dunstan sat forward. “What’s going on, Pres?”

I looked to my uncle, my sweet and innocent uncle who didn’t deserve this life my father forced upon him, and back to Wilder. “Oh, you didn’t tell him?”

Dunstan turned to Wilder. “Tell me what?”

“Your pride and joy propositioned my father for a night with me back when I was fifteen, if memory serves. A night where he raped me all night and delivered me back to my house in a ripped dress and cuts all over my knees and arms.”

Dunstan’s eyes widened as he looked at me. “But Gideon…”

“Delivered on his promise. See, he wanted his little brother in his control, helping him, and Wilder offered him that. Keeping you from the life you wanted with the woman you wanted.”

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