Page 164 of Unravelling The Beast

As I settle back, an unwelcome feeling of envy overtakes me.

Ipark outside the huge building and turn off the engine. I sit there for a bit, trying to gather my thoughts and staring down at the gun in my hand, before raising my head and staring forward at the empty street. The sun is rising, and warm orange hues fill the spotless sky.

I glance down at my Rolex and notice it's 4:30 a.m. I let out a stiff breath as Cree invaded my thoughts, taunting me and telling me I shouldn't be doing this and that I should be thinking of him. While guilt strikes again, I try to avoid it since I know it's the right thing to do and I don't have a choice.

I eventually push past the distracting thoughts and let out a snarl before opening the door beside me and getting out of the car. I creep across the street and, when I'm close enough, I use my palm to force open the glass doors before entering the lobby. I quickly discover it's completely empty and quiet, with no one in sight, which causes an unnerving sensation to settle within me as I race towards the stairs.

I try to catch my breath as I rush towards the meeting room on the top floor. When the room comes into view, I notice two security guards standing outside, and when they notice me charging towards them with fury in my eyes, they raise their guns, but I’m way to quick for these mother-fuckers. I lift my gun and fire a couple of bullets from my silenced handgun, striking them both in the forehead from a distance.

As their bodies tumble to the ground, I feel an anger within me that is more violent than anything I have ever felt in my life, yet it is exactly what I need. I need to feel this fucking fury to summon the bravery to rush in there and wreak havoc.

I proceed to the door, and when I'm close enough, I deliver a powerful kick, forcing it to fly open before I enter.

I keep my gun pointed forward, breathing heavily as I scan the room, stepping forward until I'm at the far end of the long table. I glance around the table, where fifty-something men are seated, with my father at the head of the table, farthest away from me.

I lock my wide, furious eyes on his and stare with hatred, peering deep into his black fucking soul. My body trembles from the seething wrath within me, and I'm fighting to keep my gun straight.

The room is deafeningly quiet, and everyone's attention is fixed on me as my father decides to relax in his chair and speak.

"I knew you'd join us, Arlo. Please take a seat, son."

My jaws clench so tightly that I’m almost certain a back tooth cracks, and I glare at him.

"I'm not your fucking son. You dirty, old, disloyal CUNT, I am now your worst fucking nightmare!"

His brows raise as he smirks, plainly amused and unfazed, which makes me want to shoot the cunt right now, but I resist the urge since he deserves and will receive so much fucking worse than Cash did.

He leans forward, his elbows resting on the table in front of him.

"You want to talk to me about disloyalty? You of all people, Arlo?"

I tip my head to the side as he glances around at all the silent men at the table who have been staring at me the entire time, and he continues.

"My son is as disloyal as they come, aren't you, Arlo?"

All the men now turn to look at Charles, and I bite down on my words, anger coursing through me.

"I've been fucking loyal to you, our family, my friends, and this business since I could walk Can you say the same thing? You do nothing but repeatedly stab your own family and friends in the fucking back time and time again."

When he laughs with a head shake and continues, I rest my finger on the trigger of my gun, more eager than ever to pull it.

"Gentlemen, this boy is fucking delusional. He's insane. We've all witnessed his violent outbursts and behavior. He is not to be trusted!"

I raise my voice, enraged that he, of all people, can say such bullshit.

"Fuck you, Charles! You die today after what you did to Mom and Wren; I will gladly kill you, you piece of fucking shit, even if it means I die with you!"

He raises an eyebrow as he calmly reclines once again.

"Oh, you're now a woman's protector?"

As he continues to spew bullshit, my nostrils flare.

"Gentleman, this man has never shown any loyalty to women.He claims that he does not harm or kill women, but—"

He suddenly lays his palms down on the table in front of him and stands before gritting his teeth.

"My son murdered his own fucking wife right in front of his infant son."

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