Page 56 of Havoc

Chance nodded. “Fair point. Want me to grab Lennon?”

“Maybe not,” I told him. “He may be too close to this situation.”

Chance sighed, rubbing a hand over his shaved head. “You need to trust him, he’s done a lot for you and will do anything for you in the future.”

I did trust him…to an extent, but I needed to be able to trust Chance will be able to get the job done too. For now, he needed to prove himself to me as well, brother or not. “I can’t afford trust when so much is at stake.”

“Okay,” Chance said. “Let’s go.”

I finished my whiskey and headed out of the lounge pit with Chance before Lennon woke up after our all morning sexathon. It really was nice to get some relief after so long.

Once we were in the car, Chance turned to me. “You know whiskey isn’t the best choice before something like this.”

“Why?”

“It distorts your concept on reality.”

“Maybe I need a little distortion.”

Chance was someone I could trust and I knew it, but I needed to test it. After everything, I never knew who I could trust and who I couldn’t. I knew for a fact he wasn’t scared to do what was necessary, and yet he did it with such style and ease that it was hard to believe we were talking in terms of someone’s life.

If you displeased me, you lost your life, that’s how I chose to run things. No one would be safe from my wrath, not even my own brother.

“Who’s first?” I asked him.

“Chet Dunham. He’s the meanest, and the less likely to cower.”

I remembered him from when I was a kid, always trying to overthrow Gideon but never succeeded. He had people behind him, people loyal to him.

“Take out all of them, they won’t take kindly to a woman telling them what to do.”

“I have the perfect gesture,” Chance smiled, grabbing a small black bag from the back seat and handing it to me.

I opened it carefully and saw a couple of grenades. “Are these real?”

“Yep, Pierce handed them to me.”

“This is perfect, how’s your shooting?”

“Dead on as always, why?”

“I have a plan.”

Chance listened as I relayed what I wanted to happen. He smiled as he nodded. “Couldn’t think of a more perfect way to end him. He’s always been a dick.”

He put his foot down on the accelerator and took off. Chance parked a little way away so we could sneak up on him. Chet was paranoid, as well he should be, but it was to the detriment of anyone trying to fuck him over. Chance handed me a grenade, and I put it in my jacket pocket and headed down the street to the entrance.

His two burly guards stopped me. “Sorry, miss.”

“Do you know who I am?” I asked them.

“This is Presley,” Chance told them. Immediately they backed off, unsure of what to do next. Obviously, they knew who I was but they also probably knew what Chet had planned for me. I pushed past them before they could stop me again. Chet was sitting at a table with his buddies, and his little brother who I remembered from school. He’d always been a dick, just like Chet.

“What the fuck?” Chet stood up. “You didn’t tell me you were coming.”

“Do I need to?” I questioned him back. Chet bit his retort back, knowing the traditions needed to be upheld no matter what plans they had in store for me.

“Of course not,” he ground out. “Please, sit.”

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