Page 28 of Havoc

“How dare you.”

“How dareyou,” I replied quickly.

Ebony lay on the other side of the bed, watching the exchange between us. I knew she’d been waiting for this, so I didn’t want to disappoint.

“This is my house,” she screamed.

“No, it isn’t.”

She was about to reply when she looked at me, confused.

“Father didn’t leave you anything in the will,” I told her. “This house was left to Tannis, who was killed by me which makes it mine.”

“You killed T-t-Tannis?”

“Y-y-yes I did,” I mocked her. “Gladly too, he was an ass. Now, why don’t you tell me some secrets about Deacon.”

“He has none.”

“Of course, he does.”

Naomi sat down on the edge of the bed, relief that I wasn’t going to kill her written all over her face.

“Sonora hides them,” she said quickly. “She’s more dangerous than you know. I can help you, sweetheart, let me help you.”

“No,” I replied. “But I do know Ebony is great at getting tongues loose. Maybe after a few hours with her, you’ll be ready to tell me a story.”

I turned my back on her, Naomi begged me to stay but I closed the door with a resounding click as I heard Naomi’s begging become more intense, and then the painful scream of someone getting Ebony’s nails digging in their skin. I still had scars on my hip from her nails.

Nasty.

Later that night

I’d seen him on the monitors, carrying a black gym bag and sneaking into the chateau. He may think he knows his way around, but he has no idea of the location of the new cameras York had installed. I wondered if he’d done it or if he’d told them of my plan and had escaped with something to tide me over.

York had given me information earlier that had rocked me to the core. News I didn’t want to think about, and Lennon could serve as the perfect distraction for a while.

As I waited for him to finally arrive, I sat back on the bed, my legs exposed, and a very lacy black bra on my breasts, matching panties and a robe loosely tied around my bare abdomen.

My door opened and he dropped the bag where he stood. His eyes took me in, up and down my entire body.

“Jesus, Pres.”

“Good news, I hope.”

“You want to talk business?” he asked, his voice almost breaking.

“Yes.”

He bent down and opened the bag, spilling its contents. Files spilled out, fanning across the floor and a gun.

Not just any gun, but Tom’s gun. He wouldn’t give that to anyone.

“Are you sad?” I asked him, trying not to seem too interested in the files laying across the floor.

“No.”

“Why did you litter my floor with the folders?” I asked him, hoping he’d give me something.

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