Beast, Part Two (The Church #5)

Flights

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Maksim

“ Ahhh!” the man tied to the chair screams.

“Chavis. Chavis,” I say, calling his name. “You do too much screaming and not enough answering.”

Chavis Alvarez is a longtime partner of Corbyn. He runs one of Corbyn’s most lucrative illegal businesses.

It’s been four days since Summer and Gabe were taken. While in the hospital that day, Lucien pulled up the video, trying to figure out how they got into the house without tripping the alarm. It seems Yohan cut the connection to the alarm system. We also watched the video of them taking Summer and Gabe. Seeing Victoria stick Gabe with that needle, and how Yohan kicked Summer in the head, had all of us boiling. We’ve been on a killing streak ever since. Anyone that has ever known or done business with Corbyn is in danger. We no longer care about enemies.

“Now, we are going to try this again.” I stand up from the rolling chair and drag it over to Chavis.

His wide eyes stare at me in shock as blood dribbles down his chin. We are in the basement of the Ghost house. Priest had a very special room built on for an occasion such as this. I have to say, as much as Corbyn hates Priest, the man was brilliant.

“We are trying to find Corbyn. I know that you—”

He cuts me off. “I don’t know where he is,” he shouts.

“Aht Aht,” I wave my hand in his face. “You’re not listening. We know that you know how to find Corbyn. You bring in millions of dollars for him a month. He has a long-standing relationship with you.”

“I don’t know,” He grits out.

I shake my head in disappointment. “I don’t think you understand your predicament. Allow me to formally introduce you to my little brother.” I hold my hands out toward Beast as if I’m presenting him to the world.

“He is, how you say, a little cuckoo in the head. But he is family, so we do not mock him. Anyway, Corbyn has taken his fiancé and son. My sister-in-law and nephew. And we are not happy about that. But you see,” I lean forward. “He is much more pissed than I am. And right now, the only thing keeping him from brutally murdering you is me. I am his voice of reason.”

I chuckle at myself, “And I know you’re thinking, But Sim, how can you be anyone’s voice of reason? You are just as crazy.” I laugh heartily at my own joke smacking my knee. “I know. I know. It’s weird. But this is my role. Now, I know you are thinking, he is already pulling out my teeth, how worse can it get?” I point to the two incisors and one molar on the tray beside him. “I assure you, my friend, it can get much, much, worse. So, you have a decision to make. If you give us some information leading to Corbyn, you can leave here a little bruised and without a few teeth, but alive. If not, I will walk out that door and leave my very angry brother alone with you.”

“I don’t know where he is,” bloody spit flies out of his mouth.

I toss my hands up in the air and stand from my seat. “Alright, I guess—”

“Wait. Wait,” he pleads, causing me to lower back in my seat.

“The accountant. Corbyn calls them every day. He checks on his money flow. Even when he’s out of town or on a business trip, he will always call the accountant.”

Shaking my head, I tell him. “We have already talked to William. He has no information—”

“William is his accountant for his legal business. He uses someone else for our stuff.”

Rubbing at my chin, I think over how many moving parts Corbyn has. Even when I thought I was at the center of all his business dealings, I realized there was still so much I didn’t know about him.

“Who is this accountant?”

“Her name is Julia Westfield. She works out of an office on the upper east side. You can track his phone call to his location.”

“Very good, Chavis,” I stand to my feet. “You did well. I’m proud of you.”

Release washes over Chavis’s face.

I look at Beastie. “Alright, I’m going to leave you two to it.”

“What?” Chavis looks shocked. “I thought you said I could leave.”

“Oh, I lied.” I shrug. “Brother, enjoy.” I turn my back and head out the room. Chavis’ screams go silent once the door is shut. Thankfully, the room Beast is in is soundproof.

I make my way up the stairs and into the dining room.

“How did it go?” Lucien asks as soon as I walk in.

“I have a name, Julia Westfield.” I quickly tell Lucien and the others what Chavis told me.

“I want you to see if you can hack into her phone from here,” Albany says. “And check with Kyra to help. We need all hands-on deck.”

“I got you,” Lucien says.

“I’m reaching out to Kyra,” Ari says, pulling out her phone.

We have all worked nonstop around the clock since Summer was taken. Even Hawk still comes and helps even though he has two newborn sons.

“Hey guys,” Malia greets as she enters the room with a tray of food. She’s designated herself as our very own chef. Making sure we eat every day.

She hands me a plate with a sandwich and chips. This woman is a godsend. Beautiful, full figured, and can cook. The twins should be lucky I am a loyal man. Malia tempts me.

“Thank you,” I say genuinely, watching the way her hips sway as she walks away.

“Don’t make me pluck those eyes out, Sim,” Lucien says, looking at me over his computer screen.

I shrug. What does he want me to do? I’m an ass man. Taking a bite out of my sandwich, I put my attention on everyone in the room. When I went on this mission to find my long-lost brother, I never expected to find a new family. Being able to witness the way Priest loved his sons made it painfully obvious I never had that relationship with Corbyn.

Although it wasn’t just fatherly love I noticed I lacked. Being amongst the guys and their women has made me realize everything I never had. The way Priest adored and worked alongside Albany was something to see. Seeing the Twins share Malia and Emory was inspiring. Watching Hawk love on Brooklyn as if she was his entire world was eye opening. Even the weird ass relationship Many and Ari have made me crave something I never thought I’d want. The biggest inspiration has to come from Beastie and Summer. Never have I envied two people more than I do them. Their love is beautiful.

While thinking about the couples around me, something sticks out to me for the first time.

“I’ve just noticed something.” Zel looks up from his plate at me. “Did you all have a meeting to decide you would all end up with African American women, or was it by chance?”

Zel snorts in laughter.

“Wait, Brooklyn’s black? I thought she was Asian,” Hawk says jokingly.

The room fills with laughter. It may seem out of place, but the house has not been the same. We were slowly starting to find happiness after Priest died, but having Summer and Gabe taken from us pushed us right back over the edge. We needed this laughter now.

“How was he down there?” Albany asks stepping up beside me. She keeps her voice low.

“The same. Here, but not here.”

Although we all believed that Beast would have a total meltdown once his family was taken, he had been quite the opposite. He’s quiet, reserved, actually. He’s in the room and present but feels miles away. The only thing he seems to do with any enthusiasm is kill. He and I hit the ground running. There has been so much bloodshed these last few days the streets could run like a river with it.

“We need to keep an eye on him. Until we get Summer and Gabe back, he won’t be the same,” she sighs. “Maybe I should bring Alicia back.”

“I don’t need Alicia,” Beast says, appearing at the doorway. “I just need my family.”

He’s shirtless, but he has another one in his hands. I imagine the one he had on is probably ruined.

“Chavis?” I asked.

“Dead,” he replies, taking a seat at the table. “Any luck with the accountant?”

“I’m tapping into her phones now. Kyra found a way in,” Lucien replies.

“That was quick,” Zel says what I was thinking.

We all enjoy our lunch as we sit around and plan our next move.

“If we can’t get a hit on the phone, I’ll pay the accountant a visit tonight,” Albany says as she packs up her trash from lunch.

“I’ll go with you,” Beast adds.

“No offense, Beast, but I think I should do this alone. We want to scare her into telling us, not completely terrify her.”

“She’s right brother,” I add. “I’ll go with her.”

Little brother is not in the right mind to be patient. And trying to get information from someone requires a lot of patience.

As Beastie opens his mouth to say something else, he’s interrupted by Lucien’s shout.

“I got him,” he says, tapping on his laptop. Suddenly the room fills with Corbyn’s voice.

“Julia,” he chuckles, “How are my numbers for today?”

“Mr. Corbyn, as always, it’s good to hear from you.”

“Are you tracking the call?” Albany asks.

“Yes, it’s triangulating.”

“I may go silent for a little while, Julia. I have a bit of a pest problem that needs to be dealt with. This will be my last call for a few weeks.”

“Oh, are you heading out of town?”

“Yes, tomorrow I will be boarding my private jet and disappearing for a short time.”

“No problem. It looks like today your numbers are sitting right at two million.”

“That’s a good day,” he chuckles. “I need you to clean out that entire account and have the money wired over to my offshore one by the end of the day.”

“Will do,” Julia says before disconnecting the call.

“Tell me you got that?” I ask Lucien. If we don’t find where Corbyn is now, we will lose all chances tomorrow.

Lucien grins. “I got him. Looks like we’re heading to Miami, Florida.”

Pure relief washes over me. When I look at my brother for the first time in four days, I see life flash back into his eyes. I can only hope that when we find Corbyn, we will find Summer alive. I had no doubt that Gabe would be fine, but I worried about my little sister. Corbyn had no reason to keep her alive. And I know my father. He had no problem disposing of people he found useless.

“I’ll arrange a jet,” Lucien says.

“I’ll get us weapons,” Ari adds. She and Many walk out of the room.

“I need that address,” Zel says. “I’m going to get blueprints of the house and surrounding area. Hawk is going to need to know the floor plan.”

Albany nods her head. “We need to be moving out in the next hour.”

“What about a plan?” I say. Even though we knew where he was, we couldn’t go after Corbyn without a plan. We got one shot at this, it had to count.

“We will plan on the way,” Albany says. “But tonight, we are taking Corbyn down.”