Chapter 3
Inside, there are cops everywhere, they seem like they are almost running around with their heads cut off. It would be comical, if it wasn't sad most of them were trying to get something to stick to my family; for us to rot in jail. What they don't know, is that they will never get anything.
I get to the front desk and see the bimbo of the week that we have planted here. This one's name, I think, is Lauren. Or something…
She has long bleach blonde hair that looks cheap. Her makeup and nails are not much better. Cheap whore is the looks she is going for. Which she is.
She has been around everyone at the station, and several of my men. My men are good at keeping their mouths shut, unlike the police here. We know about what is in their investigation. Which is less than nothing. Unless you count the word of a drug dealer found with enough drugs on him to get life.
Laurent Da Ravin was becoming an issue that needed to be dealt with. And dealt with he was.
She looks up and sees me. The smile she has makes me think she thinks she has a chance to be with me. Like she could compare to Kate.
But she could do for a quick fuck.
I look at her nameplate and am grateful that her full name is on it.
"Miss Mallory, I have an appointment with the Chief, please."
"Of course. Right this way, Mister Whitlock," Lauren says with a purr.
I ignore the woman in front of me and make my way to the conference room I saw Alistair standing in front of, looking like he would rather be getting a root canal.
With him is our lawyer, Jason Jenks.
"Don't talk unless I tell you to. I think this is a trap," Jenks says. I nod in understanding, as does Alistair.
"How's Uncle Marcus doing, Boss?" Alistair asks.
"He was well when I left. Kate or Stephen will call if something happens, I am sure of it."
He nods and the door opens.
Chief Mathews walks towards us. "Thank you all for coming. Come on in."
We walk in and I look at a cork board filled with pictures. Pictures of men killed just since I have taken over as Don.
Some that I have no idea how they are on there.
Some I killed, and some killed by others. But I ordered each and every single hit on that board.
Except one. My brother.
Peter John Whitlock.
Who died of natural causes. In his sleep.
"I see you see our little board. You realize that there are twenty-eight men on that board. Including your brother, Peter. Feel free to take a look at each and every face on that board," Sargent Winters says to Alistair and me.
"Is there something you are trying to tell us, Sargent? Like I tell my step-daughter who is two, use your words." I say with a smile.
Jenks clears his throat. I guess I should keep my mouth shut.
"Oh. I just wanted you to look at all these victims that we have that are either dead or missing. Some may be connected to you. Others, maybe not." Chief Mathews said with a look of is that wonderment. "Winters, you think some of these are connected to Izzi?"
"Aren't they the same now? Since the daughter married Peter and now is married to who is it?" Winters looks at his papers. "Right, Jasper. How does it feel to have your brothers sloppy seconds? Raising a brat that is not your own? A daughter, no less! Didn't the fact that Peter never produced an heir make him less of a man in your family's eyes? Isn't that why you are now married to your late brother's widow?"
This man must have a death wish. Dishonoring my brother's memory, my daughter, and my wife in the same breath.
"My brother wanted a daughter. That was all he talked about. His first was going to be a little girl that looked just like her mother. So, no. My daughter was exactly what we needed in our family."
I look at a second cork board. More pictures and names of men. But mostly women and children.
I have never killed a woman in my life. Especially not my Mama, who is on this board.
Not to say that someone who bought one of the trafficked women or children hasn't. I never have.
I might sell women and children, but I would never directly hurt one.
Little do they realize that the two hundred that are up there on that board are small potatoes compared to what I have actually accomplished.
I had a month where I sold nearly a hundred and eighty.
My father is proud of my accomplishments.
Alistair hates it. Peter hated it. I honestly wanted to take Peter out, but thankfully he died without my help. Solved a lot of my issues.
Thinking about it, I had been seeing a girl who was crazy in so many ways. Let me dominate her in every way and love it. She took care of my needs. I honestly miss her since Kate is not into the shit that my girl, Cynthia Powers, was into. Short, jet black pixie haircut who knows her shit.
"What is this board of?" Alistair asks.
"Just different people who we suspect who disappeared because of your organization," Sargent Winters says.
"Honestly, Sargent Winters and Chief Mathews, I think you have nothing and unless you have a warrant, we will not be talking again. I can have several of the death certificates of those on that board that they died of things that were not murder or suicide. I am more than able to get them for you," Jenks says, and we are led out the door after Jenks takes a picture of each board and asks for each name involved.
All three hundred and eight-nine of them.
We leave the room. I almost lose it when I see Garrett on his phone, not paying attention to what is going on around him.
"Of course… I would never… Right… Yes, sir… they are in the station… Of course…"
I take his phone and bark. "Who the hell is this?"
"It's Stephen. I called Garrett, knowing he was driving you today. You need to come home now. Your father is not doing well."
"Fuck. On my way. Did you try to text or call me?" I asked.
"I did, but did not leave a message."
Okay.
"Then we are on our way." I hang up the phone and hand it back to Garrett.
"That was Stephen and the second time that Garrett has been saved by that man today. We have to get to my house. Sounds like..." I can't even finish my words. I look around and see that Garrett, Alistair, and Jenks are all standing there listening.
"Let's go. We aren't needed here anymore. Would you like me to come to the house with you, Mister Whitlock?"
I have no clue what to say to Jenks.
"Come if possible, in case my father needs you for something. Figuring out the names is important, but not if my father needs you for something."
He nods and walks to his car.
