Page 666 of Filthy Elites

I stand as if invisible strings pull me up and hold me in place. My arms flop to my sides, and my mouth slackens.

My trembling lips move, but no words come out, although there is a myriad of thoughts racing through my mind.

“D…Dad…” I choke out.

“Yes. It was him, Billie. And when I killed Jack, I just made it easier for him to get the position he wanted. All those years, he held me captive and made me believe I was in the wrong, when it was him. He did terrible things to people, but he destroyed us. He stole the light from your eyes, and he didn’t even care. He just wanted money and power so much he sold his little girl’s virginity to a predator to get where he wanted to go, and that is why I don’t want you anywhere near him or anywhere near L.A.”

A sound like a tortured cry pours from my throat, and all I can do is scream.

Emotions attack me from right and left, ravaging my insides.

Fear. Anger. Disappointment. Hurt. Pain. Sorrow.

Hatred.

It all slams into me like a tsunami. As I fall and my soul weeps with tears from my heart, Mom catches me.

People say the truth can set you free, but my truth anchored me to hell and shattered the glass house I never even knew I lived in.

TWENTY-ONE

Chad

There’s onlyone vindictive bitch who has the balls to do what was done to Billie and me.

One.

One who would know the password to my phone because I made the mistake of telling her when I was drunk out of my mind.

Of all the drunken hookups I’ve had with Jenna, I regret that the most. I regret them all, but that one was the kicker. The thing to take me down when I least expected it.

I figured out it was Jenna who put the whole thing together the instant I saw the video playing.

She would have known I would figure it out, too—and that it was she who drugged me. That was why I couldn’t find her anywhere yesterday when shit was going down.

At the club, she must have slipped something in my drink when she hugged me. Then all she had to do is watch and wait. I’ll never know what she actually wanted from me. But when she saw what was on my phone, she must have decided she’d hit the jackpot. The video and the contract I emailed Billy were two damning weapons she used against both of us.

Yesterday my day was split between looking for her and trying to call Billie.

Perhaps it wasa good thing I didn’t find Jenna because God knows what I would have done.

I just walked into English class hoping she’s here, and she is.

The bitch is here talking with her group of disciples as if nothing happened.

I know her so well. That’s why I knew to try here first thing. Since she knows me too, she knew I’d be mad as fuck yesterday, and if she was a guy, I’d kill her—no exaggeration. In the Bratva, when a fucker does what she did to me, the answer is death.

There’s no way around it.

As she’s not a guy, I found the only other way I knew of dealing with ruthless bitches like her. A way she never anticipated because she doesn’t knoweverythingabout me.

She doesn’t know I’m far worse than what she ever imagined, and she fucked with the wrong guy.

When I march up to her and her little band of bitches it’s clear she thought I would have cooled off by now, and she’s even hoping I didn’t guess it was her.

The first thing I do is take out the envelope from my pocket. I had my lawyers prepare it last night. It’s times like these when we involve the law. When we think the law will produce a worse result than death.

I hold out the letter to her, and her smile brightens.

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