Page 95 of Justice II | AllFreeNovel

If someone killed either of my daughters, I would torture them until they were begging for death. And even then I would hold them in purgatory. There would never be a relief for harming my daughters.

As badly as I wanted to wring Storie’s neck, I loved her. She was my child and I was thinking that maybe she could be fixed. She was only fifteen. There was no way she was completely damaged goods.

But what if she wasn’t my child?

I watched Bryce get out of the black Escalade as Roman came through the terminal doors. He looked exhausted from his travels, which played into my plan. He likely wasn’t thinking straight and couldn’t wait until he got home.

After I left Melody, I got right to work on coordinating Roman’s ride from the airport. Which wasn’t hard to do. I had Melody text her son and find out as much information as she could and then told him to delete those text messages.

Roman was expecting Elite Transportation to take him home in an SUV. Well, I canceled that trip and planted myself. Bryce stood beside the truck in a dark suit, looking more professional than I had ever seen his ass look. This nigga really came through in the clutch, and I recently made him the head of security.

After all this time, he finally fully earned my trust. Mehar’s lil brother was growing up to be a respected member of the Banks Family.

The windows were tinted so well that they were blacked out. Although Bryce couldn’t see me, I could see him. He turned to me and tipped his hat. I pounded my fist on the door so that he could hear that we were all good.

Roman stopped beneath the lights outside the terminal and checked his phone. At his side was a small suitcase and over his arm was his coat. Whatever he was reading made him smile. That would be the last time he smiled.

I sat back against the leather seat.

Yesterday, when he called me about construction materials while I was lying beside the woman he spent years trying to destroy, I knew that I had to handle him a.s.a.p. I couldn’t prolong the inevitable and would have to deal with the consequences of finishing the construction some other way. My brothers were both on board.

Bryce greeted him and reached for the suitcase. Roman barely glanced at him before handing it over. I knew they had met before but Roman was so arrogant he paid my “lowly” employees no mind.

The rear door opened, letting in the cold night air.

Roman slid inside and looked up.

“Justice?”

“What’s good, Ro?”

“Shit, what’s this about?” He looked around as Bryce got back in the car, locking the doors.

“We need to talk,” I said, leaning back.

“About Freetown? Nigga, you need to call. Don’t be intercepting my ride home. I’m tired and this is unprofessional.” He puffed up his chest but I was coolin’. There was nothing intimidating to me about a man who beats women. A man who would set his child up to be murdered. Roman was like a roach to me.

“Nah, this ain’t about Freetown, lil nigga,” I replied.