He needed to correct his fucking attitude, or my little vote would go to the senator. Brooks shook his head before burying his face in his hands.
President Byron’s glare intimidated me the same way Barney the dinosaur did. He grabbed another glass from the desk, poured himself a fresh whiskey, downed it in one gulp, and smashed the glass onto the desk.
Brooks dropped his hands. “Let’s leak damaging stories about Hedgeford. We can easily make people turn on the senator if we make them believe the son brought his death on himself.”
“His son did bring his death upon himself,” I said in a boredtone. I was already collecting a list of information to use against Hedgeford.
President Byron turned his head toward my father and Benny standing in the corner, giving them a silent expression, like asking how they dealt with me.
Benny, who was only half paying attention in the first place, looked up from his phone and shrugged.
While Brooks—and most of the population—respected the president, I lacked that regard. I lacked respect for almost everyone.
“Enzo,” my father warned, though his voice was laced with amusement, knowing I’d gotten that trait honestly. He turned toward the president, irritation of his disrespect toward me clear on his face.
No man but him could disrespect me.
It didn’t matter who you were.
Even the president needed to watch his fucking mouth.
“I’ve already started working on the sympathy issue,” I said. “I’m gathering whatever I can about Hedgeford. As well as his sister. I’ll pay some idiot to ask for nudes or record himself fucking her and then release it if need be.” My feet hit the dirty concrete ground, and I stood from the chair. “Now, unless you have anyone you’d like me to murder, I have other priorities to attend to.”
President Byron’s shoulders slumped as he bowed his head, staring down at the desk, as if wishing it had the answers he needed.
The possibility of him losing his reelection had to be stressful as fuck.
If he lost, he could no longer use his government power as a tool for his own advantage. Those not in power couldn’t profit from a crooked government.
I cracked my neck as I headed toward the door, bored with this conversation. While I didn’t like the president, I knew him having more power meant my family had more power.
We needed to make sure that continued.
“We’ll be in touch, Byron,” my father told him, following me out of the office.
We ducked out from the hidden entrance and stepped into a room filled with old washing machines. The laundromat was hidden in a neglected area of the city. An area the president had promised to bring back to life but lied about to obviously get votes.
I needed to get back to Blair. I’d left her in my car, locked the doors, and warned her if she tried to run off, the people in this neighborhood wouldn’t hesitate to rob her for a penny before killing her.
The bell above the entrance door rang, announcing our exit to absolutely nobody, and the sun hit my skin as I headed straight to my Porsche in the parking lot.
All my blood pumped to my ears, and I charged toward the car. Some ugly, balding motherfucker was outside Blair’s door, slamming his fist against her window.
“Give me your shit, bitch!” he yelled with another bang.
No one scared my fucking Fawn but me.
No one fucking called her a bitch without paying for it with their life.
I told Blair that Fawns received protection, and she was about to witness it firsthand.
While I didn’t look back, I could feel the presence of my father and Benny behind me. The guy was too focused on getting to Blair, now tugging on the door handle and cursing, to pay attention to me coming.
I wasn’t one to give warnings.
I didn’t want to scare him off. I wanted him topayfor scaring my little Fawn. I dug my leather gloves from my pocket, thankful I’d brought them, and shoved them onto my hands.
Once they were secure, I collected my knife from my back pocket, gripping the handle tight, and crept behind the guy. “Time to meet your judgment day, you junkie motherfucker.”
