The Devil’s Chaos (The Brotherhood #2)

25. Twenty-Five

25

TWENTY-FIVE

KAI

A fter Archer and Mila left and I watched Haven walk upstairs, I pulled Theo aside for a quick conversation.

“I need to go take care of something upstairs. Can you keep an eye on things down here? Tell me if you see any mass of guards rushing up the stairs.”

“Sure thing. Anything else?”

“Yeah, I’ll need you to do your nerd shit and delete the camera footage starting from an hour ago to whenever I call you.”

“What the hell are you up to now?”

“Nothing. I need to handle something real quick. Have your cell phone handy in case I need a fast getaway.”

“Oh fucking hell,” Theo muttered under his breath.

I took the stairs two at a time until I reached suite three. I knew Haven and Gerald were inside, so my main goal was to enter without drawing attention. The door was locked with a high-tech keycard system so I couldn’t get in alone. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Theo.

One more thing. I need you to unlock suite three.

Only if you say please.

SMH…Please?!!

Give me about thirty seconds.

The door lock clicked and turned green, signaling that it was unlocked. I held my breath for a few seconds, checking to ensure Gerald hadn't heard the noise. I didn't want to make things any messier than they already were. Quietly slipping inside, I locked the door behind me and secured it with a swing bar hinge to prevent any unwanted exits. Haven had excused herself to use the restroom, leaving me alone with my target.

I moved stealthily through the luxurious space, carefully avoiding creaking floors or misplaced objects that could give me away. I spotted Gerald in the kitchen, his back facing me as he poured wine into two glasses. A sense of anger washed over me as I watched him add a small baggie of white powder into one of them, stirring it silently until it dissolved into the liquid. This motherfucker not only was going to take advantage of Haven, he planned on drugging her while he did it, therefore taking away her ability to consent. I could only imagine what vile things he would do to her when she was passed out. I clenched my fists and lunged for him.

He didn’t stand a chance.

I covered his mouth with my hand and pressed the sharp edge of my knife against his neck.

“Good evening, Mr. Beckett. You’ve been a naughty little piggy, haven’t you? Using your influence to drug and rape pretty girls. Shame on you.”

Gerald shook his head violently as if he disagreed with my accusations.

“Scream, yell, or try anything, and I’ll slit your throat wide open. Do you understand?”

He nodded, fear evident in his eyes.

I removed my hand but kept the knife at his throat. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“What do you want? Money? Drugs? Whatever it is, I’ll pay you. Who sent you? Was it Larry? I promised him I’d have his money by the end of this week.”

I remained silent, walking toward a chair beside the bed and moving it to the foot. I gestured for Gerald to sit, then I took my spot behind him, getting comfortable until my girl exited the bathroom.

“I’m not here for money or drugs,” I informed him, tapping the knife against his head.

“I have a girl here—a real fine piece of ass, and she’s the daughter of a wealthy man, so you know her pussy is golden. Do you want her?”

“Yes,” I replied bluntly.

“Yes. Oh, thank God. She’s in the bathroom.” Gerald sighed in relief, thinking I wouldn’t kill him since I agreed to have Haven. Little did he know, she was the reason I was here. And I planned on having her many times.