Page 44 of Havoc

I smiled. “Wow, coming from you, that’s hilarious.”

Presley smiled too, and that was probably the first time I saw a real smile from her. Maybe now the trio of hate were gone, I could find my girl in there somewhere.

“I have a file on Sonora back at the house,” she told me. “We should go there, find as much information as we can, maybe pump Chance for some info on his mum.”

I was dubious. Out of Deacon and Chance, he was the most loyal. I’d highly doubted he would betray her for Presley, no matter how much he protected all of us kids when we were younger.

“Would he betray her?”

“She put him in the prison in the first place, why would he protect that bitch?”

That was true, I’d found out when I’d visited him all those years ago. “Sonora has been wreaking havoc on this family for long enough.”

“Time to wreak some havoc of our own, don’t you think?” Presley said with a smile.

“I couldn’t have put it any better myself if I tried.”

The drive to the chateau wasn’t long but I could see Sonora’s car in the driveway by the open door.

“She’s scrambling.”

“You take the top floors and I’ll take the lower.”

We both ran in different directions throughout the large estate, looking in the rooms we thought she’d be most interested in.

Deacon’s old room was sterile and unused. The only time he’d been here was to fuck women wanting in on the crime family. Running down the hall to the bedroom Naomi had, I noticed Naomi sitting on the end of the bed, looking down at her feet.

They were red and had cuts all over them. “Naomi…”

She looked up at me but her eyes were in a faraway land. “Lennon.”

“You okay?”

“Yes, I think…what are you doing here?”

“I’m looking for Sonora.”

“Oh yes,” she said, looking back down to her feet. “She was here before.”

“What’s she looking for?”

“Keys to the vault.”

“What vault?”

“The vault at the bank.”

“You’re not making sense, Naomi.”

“Yes, she is,” I heard Sonora say from behind me. I spun around, the gun already trained on me. “Put it down.”

I slowly put my gun down on the ground and kicked it to her. She put her foot out and stopped it before it went past her.

“What vault?”

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to tell you now,” she said, coming into the room and closing the door behind her. Naomi was still sitting on the bed, looking at her feet. What the fuck had Ebony done to her? “The vault was created back when my father ran things. He knew he needed to keep documents and money hidden somewhere that couldn’t be found. Only the people who run the crime family can know where the key is and what’s in that vault.”

“And you want to know because you’ve never been the head of the crime family?” I smiled. “Poor little Sonora.”

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