Page 27 of Havoc

“Hendrix, of course.”

“He doesn’t trust me, and I don’t trust him. It will always be for Presley.”

Tom put the gun on the desk. “Do it.”

“What?”

Was this a trick from an old man trying to keep his life?

“I’d rather see that girl on top of the world than Hendrix. If you truly need to prove to her you can be trusted, then do it. She knows what you meant to us, and what we meant to you. This would be a great test. Don’t let Hendrix near her.”

Deciding to trust him, I nodded. “Who are the deciders?”

“I thought you would have worked it out by now.”

I shook my head. “Who?”

“Sonora Witt.”

No way. “How?”

“She’s the daughter of the old leader, and most influential. She knows everyone, and she sees what is in everyone’s best interest.”

“It can’t just be her.”

“No, but she is the main one.”

“She’s betraying Pres.”

“She is, so you must protect her,” Tom said, closing his eyes. “Now, do it fast.”

He waited for the ultimate blow. I took the gun, complete with silencer, and I shot him between the eyes. He slumped in the chair, blood oozing out of his wound, down his face.

I grabbed the keys to his filing cabinet and opened it, looking for what I knew he kept in here.

Files on everyone.

Presley, Hendrix, Deacon, Chance. They all had files and I needed them. That’s when I saw the file on me and how thick it was.

I grabbed all of them, and then I found Sonora’s. It was thick as well. What the hell was she playing at? Whatever it was, I needed Presley as far away from her as possible.

Taking photos of all three bodies before I left, I grabbed Tom’s gun and headed down the elevator. The doorman wasn’t going to take too kindly with me leaving, so I knew what I had to do.

No witnesses.

Chapter Seven

Presley

Ebony opened the door to the bedroom, and I saw Naomi underneath her driver Estavo, getting pounded. I’d walked in on her with many of our servants throughout the years, but Estavo was way too young. Poor kid probably got blackmailed into it.

I picked my gun up and shot him in the back of the head. Blood splattered all over the wall and underneath where my mother was screaming her head off. He had fallen on her, and for some reason, she couldn’t seem to push him off. Naomi’s screams were ear-piercing.

Ebony laughed beside me as she watched Naomi frantically push Estavo aside. Clutching the sheets to her body once she finally got him off, she looked at me, blood spattering her face.

“Presley!”

“Really, the driver?” I asked. “I’d thought you’d have a little class at least.”

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