Page 59 of Havoc

When I opened the door, I saw Pierce and Caelan grabbing their guns. “What’s up?”

“Chance missed a check in and he’s not replying to messages,” Caelan said. “He’s in trouble, which means Presley is too.”

I grabbed my jacket and my gun and moved to the door. Rudie was at the door, looking at us.

“What about me?” she asked, weakly.

“You choose, you can run back to him and be treated second best, or you can do whatever you want. It’s up to you, Rudie.”

I followed Pierce and Caelan down to our cars. Pierce produced a list of places they were hitting and we split up. I knew where they’d be, just by looking at that goddamn name on the list. She’d pissed off his son just a few days ago, and I knew Scott. He protected Blane with everything he had. If he touched Presley, I was going to end him. The fucking end.

I pushed down on my accelerator and tore through the streets of Sydney like a bat out of hell.

As I approached the club, I parked the car around the side and found the back entry. He had one guard on duty who sat on his phone.

Idiot.

Taking my blade out, I ran through the darkness, keeping to the wall so he didn’t see me. He looked up once, obviously sensing something was off but when he didn’t see anything, he went back to his game of Candy Crush. Moving up beside him, I didn’t hesitate as I swiped my blade across his throat, severing his jugular veins. He dropped his phone and clutched at his neck now spouting out blood everywhere. Opening the door, I ran inside only there was no one there.

It was empty.

Damn it.

Presley

I opened my eyes and felt stiff. I couldn’t move my arms, or my legs. Was I back at the asylum? Had it all been a dream?

No.

I knew it hadn’t.

I looked around at the dingy warehouse setting we were in, and my hands strapped to the wooden chair. There were wires from my fingers to a device. I knew what this was, only problem was I knew how to handle this. I knew how it felt when volts passed through your body.

Scott came into view, as well as Blane who had a smug look on his face.

“So, you went to Daddy.”

“Listen here, you bitch.” Scott blocked my view of his pathetic waste of a space of a son. “You are not going to see the end of today, you should have stayed away, little girl.”

“Go on, try it,” I said with a smile. “No one told you where I’ve been have they?”

“You think you’re so tough,” he scoffed. “Well, we’ll see just how tough you are after this.”

Instantly, I felt a zap right through me, my whole body went rigid as I felt the current run through me. And then my body relaxed.

“Oooh, that hit the spot,” I laughed. “Again, if you will.”

“Dad, it’s not working,” Blane complained. “Turn it up.”

“It worked,” Scott replied. “Didn’t you see her go stiff?”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, still laughing, feeling the after effect of the zap. “Not how you envisioned it? Did you want me to beg?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked.

“Many things,” I replied. “Now, do me a favour, I have an itch, flip the switch so I can get the scratch I need.”

Blane took over and raced to the panel and flipped the switch. Currents ran through me again and my arms and legs clutched onto the wood I was strapped to. It didn’t last long this time as I saw Scott push Blane away from it.

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