Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Waverly,” I say, before she reaches the door.
She looks back at me.
“Is she good?”
“Briella?” she asks.
“Yeah.”
“Not really, but I’m sure she will be.”
Then she disappears.
I watch her go and when I can no longer see her, I turn and stare down at my phone. A phone that Briella refuses to call, a call that she refuses to answer. I’ve been trying for days, and I know she’s angry and disappointed in me, but fuck, I can only make this better if she’s willing to let me, and right now she’s not.
“Got a minute, Pres?”
I glance up to see Mykel at the door. I nod and place the phone down, and he walks in.
“What’s goin’ on?”
“A few things, actually. We’ll start with Waverly. I think you’re makin’ a mistake with her. I know I’ve told you this, and I know you’ve heard me, but Bennett is goin’ to see right through her. I know it might take a while, but when she’s in the heat of it, with Dax, can’t help but feel like she’s goin’ to break her act at some point. Tension and highly strung situations have a way of doin’ that to us.”
“I get what you’re sayin’,” I tell him, because I do, I really fucking do. “But right now, it’s the only option we have. Even if we find him, even if we locate his house, we have no way near enough men to bring him down. He’ll have us destroyed before we even touch the outskirts of his property. The only way to do this, is to do it from the inside. Is it fuckin’ risky? Yeah, it is. But it’s what we have to do.”
“Could get a few other chapters in here? See if we can get numbers?”
“Mykel, respect what you’re doin’, brother, but you gotta trust me on this, yeah?”
He nods, looking somewhat defeated. Like he was hoping one last ditch effort would make this shit go away.
It won’t.
Nothing is going to make this go away in a hurry.
“What else you got?” I mutter, grabbing a cigarette, lighting it up and bringing it to my lips, inhaling deeply.
God I need this. I fucking need it.
My stress levels are out of this world right now.
“It’s about Aviana.”
I stop inhaling, breathe the smoke that’s already in my body down deeper, and then puff it all out before asking, “What?”
“I know we got sight of her, and that it was said she was livin’ elsewhere and doin’ fine, but I’m inclined to believe that’s incorrect.”
“You want to share with me why that is?”
Mykel leans against the sofa, crossing his arms. “I’ve been lookin’ into her family’s involvement in this. Know what went down years ago with her father double crossin’ King and the shit they were gettin’ into, and there was talk her uncle was involved with Dax somehow. Likely an investor of some sort, I’m not one hundred percent sure, but somethin’ wasn’t sittin’ right with me. The whole thing felt off, so I started lookin’ into it and I can’t find any substantial evidence that Aviana is indeed livin’ a happy life somewhere else. The girl we saw, I don’t think it’s her.”
“We got no way of double checkin’ that, Mykel. No way. We’ve got so much shit goin’ down here, I can’t be lookin’ into her as well. Whatever happened to Aviana, it happened because of her family.”
“I think she’s been sold.”
I tip my head to the side. “And you’re thinkin’ that why?”
“Call it a gut feeling, I think she would have talked too much, made too much noise about everythin’. After all, the club was fuckin’ on her hit list and so was her family, she was goin’ to piece shit together and cause an all-out war they were tryin’ to avoid. Either that, or her uncle knows exactly where she is and she ain’t livin’ the dream life.”
“Again, I’m not sure what you’d have me do about it, brother?”
“She means something to Briella, she really does. If you’re wantin’ to fix whatever it is you’ve broken right now, you’re goin’ to consider Aviana because havin’ her back, knowin’ she’s safe, is goin’ to ease somethin’ in Briella that maybe she needs right about now.”
I exhale, running a hand through my hair. My shoulders are tight, my fucking body is telling me that I’m about to lose my god damned shit because there is too much going on right now.
“I hear you, and I’ll look into it. But right now, I gotta put the club first. Right now, I gotta focus on bringin’ this mother fucker down. Then, and only then, can I look into other people that may be involved in this.”
I already have one that I need to find, and that’s Cova.
Now I have to add Aviana to the god damned list.