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“Your boyfriend is based in Fort Lauderdale. We’re going to scope his spot out and then we strike.” My eyes widen, I push my sunglasses to the top of my head and stare at my dad. He’s gripping the steering wheel in a vice-like grip.
“He isn’t my boyfriend and you can’t just fucking kill him, Dad, he’s FBI–”
“Yes, I can!” he roars. I jerk back into my seat. My father has never raised his voice to me like this, not even when I have pissed him off or when I disobeyed him and ran off with Royal. “You are going to end this shit before this fucking family tries to end you.”
“I didn’t have a choice,” I mutter weakly as I turn to stare out the window.
“You always have a choice, Chanel. You just chose wrong. He is the enemy and you let him…” He clamps his mouth closed and growls.
I turn back to face my father and scowl at the judgmental asshole. “Let him what, Daddy? Let him fuck me? Touch me? Eat me out–”
“Enough!” he roars.
“It’ll never be enough, because you already believe me to be guilty. I am doing this to protect the fucking family.”
“Your uncle and Royal would deal with it. They know the feds are always after them—”
I snap, unable to deal with his judgment. “They aren’t coming after them! Connor’s helping me to save—”
“He’s a fucking fed–”
“I lied! They didn’t find Chance’s body.” He swings his gaze to me for a second and frowns.
“You said he had proof, Chanel.” Sighing, I pull my phone from my pocket and bring up the picture that was emailed to me from Connor’s boss and show my dad. The second he sees it, he swerves and quickly rights the car before he sideswipes the car beside us. “How the fuck did you get that?” I stare down at the still shot of my seven year old mother tied to her bed while her father lays atop her. Bile rises in my throat and I fight to keep it down. “Answer me!”
“Connor’s boss sent it to me. I’m not doing this for Royal or anyone else, I’m doing this to protect mom.”
“They have nothing on her,” he grits out.
“They are trying to pin her father’s death on her. Apparently Chance supplied the FBI with video footage of mom being… of her dad… of that shit happening and they are trying to pin his murder on her.”
“They can’t prove shit. Bishop made sure of that. The FBI having those videos means there is some corrupt fucker inside their network. That is child pornography, Chanel, they cannot do anything with that.”
I swipe across to the next picture and hold my phone out for him to see. He curses beneath his breath. “A street camera, you must have missed when covering your tracks, caught a video of Mom killing Dominic Savatella when you went to Brazil. They may not be able to use the videos Chance the sick fuck sent them, but they sure as fuck can post a video of Mom killing the Brazilian Prime Minister.”
“Fuck,” he grits out as he starts to hit the steering wheel.
“Now you can stop judging me. Connor is trying to help me get her out of this shit. He said if I gave him Chance’s body, he might be able to persuade his boss to let it go…”
Dad bows his head. “You can’t give him Chance.”
My hope dwindles. “Why?”
“Because we put him through a stump grinder and then took the pieces of him out to the ocean to use as chum. We need to find another way to get these videos from the feds.”
“What the fuck do you think I have been doing?” I snap angrily.
“Call your boyfriend and set up a meet. He can either help us or I’m going to kill him and every other mother fucker he works with, until I find every fucking thing they have against your mother. I won’t let any cunt threaten my wife. You’re about to get your wish, Daughter.” He turns to meet my stare.
“What wish?”
“You’re about to see why they call me The Bloodhound. I won’t stop until I’m sure Carlina is free. I’ll never let another motherfucker hurt my wife. I’ll kill every single one of them, starting with your boyfriend if he doesn’t agree.”
“Not my boyfriend,” I grit out. I can’t deny that I am fucking excited to see my father in action, I have waited my whole life to see this shit in person. I may never admit it out loud but I have always aspired to be like my dad. He’s my hero. He hates that I aspire to be like him, he wanted a different life for me but he doesn’t get to choose the path I take in life.
KACEY
There is a fucking traitor in here and I am going to find out who the fuck it is and burn the son of a bitch alive!
