Page 30 of Havoc

“Yeah, just don’t know where to start.”

“Maybe, with Deacon.”

Jett came into the room, in his white button shirt, and his black pants. He looked like a CEO, rather than a mobster but I knew how dangerous he was.

“I just heard that Lennon was taken to a hospital.”

York turned to me. “You shot him last night, didn’t you? I thought I heard a gunshot.”

I shrugged, hoping to show nonchalance. “He tried to spy on me.”

“You didn’t kill him?” Jett asked, surprised.

“No.”

“Why?”

“He’s my Ebony.”

Jett nodded. “If you’re sure, okay, we’ll leave it. The heads are convening tonight for the decision. Did you want to come?”

“Where?”

“The old abandoned headquarters your father used to run,” he said. “Nine.”

I nodded and he headed off with York in tow. He stopped just before he left the room and turned around. “By the way, you may want to go and stop Ebony from torturing your mother to death.”

“Why would I do that?” I asked.

Jett smiled. “Thatta girl.”

Hadrian was lurking around somewhere, so I decided to grab the files and head up to find him. I needed to think and the only way I could do that without distraction was if I was on the move.

He was sitting in the kitchen eating a banana when I came in.

“I need you to drive me around,” I commanded. He jumped off the kitchen stool and headed for the door with me.

“Where to?”

“Just around, I need to think.”

“Sure.”

He grabbed his keys and we headed to the garage where my father kept all his old cars. We took off in the tinted Lincoln and Hadrian kept to himself while I flipped through the files. I opened Hendrix’s and found a photo of him and Lennon talking to a motorcycle club member. His patch looked familiar, but I wasn’t able to place it. As I flicked through the notes, I noticed a couple of names that were familiar but other than that, his file was pretty clean. Hendrix had started his own empire up in Queensland, so why would he want to come back down here?

I flicked the page and saw a photo of a familiar redhead, naked and up against a floor to ceiling window, being fucked from behind by my brother. A surveillance shot.

I knew exactly who she was.

Rudie.

My ex-best friend who tried to hook up with Lennon just days after we’d slept together for the first time. She’d known about it too which had hurt more and had severed our friendship. That’s when she’d tried sniffing around my brothers for a new way into the organization.

So now she was fucking my brother and probably fucking her way through his associates to keep Hendrix happy. That was the way of this business.

Whore.

I opened the file on my “cousin” Wilder. I couldn’t hate this guy more, but I knew he was a danger to my place on top. He always had high hopes, even though I now knew he wasn’t my real cousin. He truly had no place even trying to get in and that’s why he was using Dunstan.

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