Page 40 of Havoc

“So, you use your own son to get what you want?”

“Why not, Gideon’s allowed but I’m not?” Sonora rebutted. “You think you’re tough, Presley, but you have no idea what I’ve been through.”

Presley scoffed. “Try me.”

“What? You think you’re tough because you had a holiday for ten years at the expense of Gideon?”

“I hardly call it a holiday, but it did teach me a lot.”

Sonora rolled her eyes. “Grow up.”

“You betrayed me. You could have talked Gideon out of sending me away, but you didn’t.”

She laughed. It was an unnatural, evil laugh that had chills go down my spine. Presley didn’t falter, much to my surprise.

“You think Gideon had the idea to send you away to be put into a hole for the rest of your life? Come on, he didn’t have an original idea in him.”

Presley faltered then. I moved closer, next to her for the support she needed.

“You did?”

“Of course, I did. I saw the danger you presented after the night with Wilder.”

My fury rose again, and instantly I felt my trigger finger getting itchy as I held my gun to her head.

“You knew about Wilder?”

“Of course. He came to me about you, wanted a night with his cousin. It was then I told him the truth, how he wasn’t really your cousin. It kind of turned him off to be honest, funny that. When he returned you, I was angry. I was really hoping he would kill you or put you in that stupid trafficking ring he runs.”

“You just made this a hell of a lot easier,” Presley said, raising her gun to Deacon and shooting. Deacon fell back, onto the cement floor with a sickening thud. Sonora screamed, but she didn’t move, her eyes wild as she focused them on Presley again.

“You stupid bitch! You will pay for that.”

“Really?”

“I have another son.”

“Who was put away by you for a crime he didn’t commit. I hardly think after years in Frostgate that he’ll be on your side.”

Sonora knew Chance would never choose her over Presley. She knew this when they were young and Chance would take punishments for things we both did.

“So, you’re going to kill me?”

“Yes.”

A loud bang came from behind us and we both turned to see the doors slam closed. When we turned back, Sonora was running, disappearing out a different door.

“Let her go, she can’t go far without us knowing.”

Jett rose from his seat, he’d been enjoying the show so far. “Well now, I think we can all see the next kingpin and her name is Presley Witt.”

“A moment,” Jervis, the weasel lawyer Gideon kept around spoke up from one of the seats. He didn’t want to meet Jett’s eye. “I have…Gideon’s will…who he wants to give his seat to.”

Jett turned on him, his eyes becoming so dark I was pretty sure he was the devil himself. “And?”

“Well, he gifted it to you, Jett,” Jervis said, shoving the paperwork across the table. “You have two seats now and can run both New York and Sydney.”

“No,” Jett said. “I will run New York, and Presley will run Sydney. It is my decision.”

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