Page 115 of Savage Daddies

It’s Wrangler, Poet, and Bullwhip.

He tries to tackle them, but it’s no use. It’s three against one.Andhe’s weaponless.

I catch up, and the crowd parts around me like I’m Moses. I’ll be a biblical figure after today, that’s for sure.

“In life,” I begin, catching my breath, “you must own up to your mistakes and face the music. That is the consequence of sin,unfortunately.”

Felix’s face twists into something foul.

But it’s about to get even fouler.

I take my time pouring the Chateau Lafite Rothschild 1923 over his head.

Then, I exit the building.

26

POET

Cop lights turnthe night blue.

We keep Felix in place at the entrance of Caesar’s until cops show and arrest him. Wine shines across his face but it looks more like blood, and photographers swarm around us trying to capture the perfect shot for juicy news stories.

Felix turns to Bully. “This is no way to treat a brother.”

“A BROTHER?” The words gush out of my mouth.

This triggers the press.

“Oh my god! You and Felix arebrothers?”

“Brothers!” shouts a young presenter as her colleagues set up the camera. “Live at the scene. It turns out one of the bikers Zoe Fernando has been seeing is siblings with Felix. The billionaire realtor, responsible for Paul Royal’s murder, turned to his brother—we think his name is Bullwhip—to say,‘this is no way to treat a brother.’Twenty minutes ago this evening, Felix faced the music and was heard arguing with wife Zoe behind a curtain—both presumably thought it was a wall until he launched her into it and the fabric gave way. Check out this story in more depth over on our TikTok and Instagram page.”

“Brother?” Wrangler elbows Bullwhip in the side. Through gritted teeth to avoid anyone catching ear of the conversation, he says, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“We’ll speak later.” Bullwhip eyes us both.

“Nice one, boys, thanks, we’ll take it from here.”

I don’t expect to lock eyes with the same FBI agent who took me in for questioning the other day. Two of his buddies lock iron cuffs around Felix’s wrists and begin to escort him away.

I set my eyes on the officer in front of me. “You said Felix always wins.”

“You proved me wrong.”

“He paid for your silence,” Wrangler butts into the conversation. “Didn’t he?”

I flick wine off my jacket. “So, you knew something was off all along?”

The officer shoots us a long look, and doesn’t open his mouth until his two buddies have escorted Felix into the vehicle parked outside. “I did. It was years ago when I caught him killing somebody. I was armed, yes, but in the middle of the woods, alone, with a serial killer who still had ammunition left in his gun to use up on me. He didn’t pay for my silence—he threatened to murder my family if I reported him. Something has always been suspicious about Felix, and a few officers on my team had started suspecting things these past few months. But the man has simply always been too powerful.” He grins. “There’s no getting out of it now, though, when every citizen in Vegas now knows his true nature.”

The officer looks around at all of us. “I’m sorry for the arrests, you’re all free to go, although I advise all of you to file your taxes to avoid further…investigation. Keep your hands to yourselves from now on. Make sure you’re only taking those Harleys out to simply run the engines. Harrison Reeves?” He turns to me. “They’ll be taking you into questioning when all of this quiets down, following Aaron Davidson’s sexual assault accusations.”

Fucking great.

I stifle an eye roll and nod. It’s not ideal, but at least Zoe and Felix are no more.

She stands outside in the dark giving a statement to the cops. Despite the circumstances, she looks hot tonight, and the red dress brings out the green in her eyes. My favorite part about the dress, though, is the fact that I’ll be removing it tonight, if she lets me.

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