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I’m tired of this game of cat and mouse. It’s time to change the rules. The King is dead, but everyone knows the Queen is the most important piece on the board. My club will protect me while I crush the pawn trying to take everything away from me.
“Ms. Davenport, time to go.” A no-name FBI officer who escorted me to the funeral today takes my arm and replaces my handcuffs.
I see Karma out the side of my eye. She’s not showing any outward emotion, but you can see the murder in her eyes if you look closely. She wants to slice the officer in two. He isn’t being very gentle, and Satan notices as well.
“Are you trying to make a statement manhandling her? Cause I gotta say, my money is on her having the bigger dick.” Abel’s voice cuts through the members of the MSMC left surrounding the grave of Admiral Davenport.
His disrespect aside, I could kiss the asshole.
“I care what you think why?” He shakes me, and Satan growls.
“Abel Brooks, Esquire. I’m Ms. Davenport’s attorney. Among other things, you are being recorded. So please do continue with your mistreatment of my client.” The fucker huffs and spins me to walk to the line of SUVs sitting at the curb.
“The appeal hearing is in three hours. Bail will not be an issue if they grant it.” Abel talks as he follows me to the caravan, taking me back to DC Central Detention.
“You know they aren’t going to grant bail on the murder of a four-star Admiral.” Mr. Asshole shoves me into the backseat and slams the door in my face before Abel can answer.
They have a few words outside, and Phoenix grabs his brother before we both end up behind bars. I hear him yelling three hours at me as we drive away. I watch the rain fall, and when we finally reach the back entrance to the detention center, as to avoid the press out front, I’m dragged inside without an umbrella to stop the rain from soaking me.
I’ve been led into a room and not a cell which I find odd but do not question. The less said without consul, the better. Even when you are an attorney. My handcuffs are removed, and I’m locked in. I pace for what seems like hours when the door finally opens.
Thinking that it must be Abel and it’s time for my bail hearing, I turn with a smile. A laugh breaks the silence that fills the room. The bastard slams the door and smiles at me.
“Hello, sister.” The bastard has a lot of nerve to keep calling me that.
“I’m no sister of yours. I’m just a sharer of DNA. Where am I, and why are we here? I thought you got all you needed to say to me off your chest back in LA?” He circles me as I talk like he’s taking inventory.
“Do you have any idea how much I could sell you for? You really are beautiful.” I want to cringe, but instead, I laugh.
“I’m not very sellable on accounts that I don’t suck dick.” Now he’s chuckling, and that sound is the scariest thing I’ve ever heard.
The perfect mask he shows the world slips, and I get a view of the monster beneath the surface, ready to pounce. He pulls out his phone and shows me a video.
“Oh poor little sissy, if you only knew what men would pay for. Not all men get off with their dicks. See?” I snatch the phone from his hands and bring it closer to see.
What I watch is unbearable, but the notification from Twitter that pops up had me laughing out loud, and that enrages him.
“Oh, that must make your blood boil. Knowing that while you are trying to win a seat in the presidential election, all that anyone is talking about is the fact that you have major daddy issues.” I slap the phone on his chest and lean in a little.
“Even dead, he’s still fucking up your life.” I start to pull my arm back when he grabs it and the phone.
I pull away hard, and his arm rises. The fuck if I’ll back away from this asshole, but before he can swing at me, the phone shatters, and I turn my face away on instinct.
A buzzing sound enters the warehouse, and then Abel’s voice fills it.
“Congressmen Blair, how good to see you. Wave to your constituents back in Nevada. Is there a reason you have your half-sister in this warehouse after kidnapping her from FBI custody?” I take a step back, knowing what’s going to happen next.
If he so much as thinks of touching me, Eagle or Pinky are going to blow his head off, and I don’t feel like washing brain matter out of my braids later. I look for the drone and find it a few feet above our heads.
“Let’s not do anything we’ll all regret. I can have her charges dropped with one phone call, and you can all go back to Paradise one big happy family.” Anton speaks clearly after checking his hand to see if he still has all his fingers.
I look down and find his phone in pieces on the dirty floor.
“And this feed can be live on TMZ and Twitter in a push of a button. I’m not seeing any reason not to press it.” Abel’s voice is getting cocky, and I grit my teeth, looking for my closet exit.
“Your clubhouse and all your loved ones for my safe exit.” Anton’s voice matches Abels from a moment ago, and God help me from men measuring dick sizes at moments like this.
My hand closes on the handle of the door behind me, and I twist, but nothing happens. FUCK!
