Page 33 of Havoc

“Oh, yeah, and where will I be?”

“In a place, you’re going to love,” I said, mischievously. “Since you love to take away permission while fucking people in the arse, I thought I’d do the same for you. Only, it won’t be you taking the permission away this time. This time, it’ll be your arse getting ripped apart.”

Wilder stood, leaning forward to hurt me but Hadrian was on him faster. He took him into a hold that I knew would knock him out. Once he was out, Hadrian picked him up and put him over his shoulder like a ragdoll.

“Take him to the car,” I said. “I have something to clear up first.”

Hadrian left with Wilder and I picked up the photos and hid them away. Dunstan was sitting in the office, behind the bar, looking at his feet. I’d broken his heart but not intentionally, and all of this was because of Gideon. Fucking Gideon.

“How did you know about it?” he asked me when I came to the door. “About her.”

“It’s in the wise men’s notes,” I told him. “I know her name is Delia and she was the love of your life until Gideon got his hooks in her.”

“She was.”

“Here,” I said, holding out a piece of paper for him. “She lives in Melbourne now. She’s married but I doubt given the lifestyle you’ve lived, you mind going in and shaking things up.”

“What if she’s happy?”

“What if she’s not?” I countered.

He smiled sadly. “Thank you, Presley. I’m glad you’re back.”

“Me too.”

“You might need me on your side, to have your back, given everyone fucking you over.”

“I got this, Uncle. Go and live the life you wanted.”

I was about to walk out when he called to me. Turning around, he held out a picture of a woman who looked familiar. It was the unknown woman in Gideon’s safe.

“Who is this?”

“Delia, with her first born.”

“Who is her first born?”

“Your eldest sister, the one Gideon hides away.”

My heart sank. I had a sister? When I looked back at Dunstan, I could see the pain in his eyes. “He fucked the woman you loved?”

“Sick bastard, wasn’t he?”

“How?”

“She was drunk, he pretended to be me from what she told me. I didn’t believe her, but maybe she was right.”

“Of course, she was, Uncle. Who is the baby girl?”

“I don’t know much about her, all I know is she goes by the name Viking.”

“Viking?”

“Delia had a funny sense of humour once upon a time,” he smiled. “She may have changed it, I don’t know.”

“Does she want a seat at the table?”

“Doubtful, but it couldn’t hurt to check her out.”

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