Chapter 23
Army
As it turns out, I don’t get to catch Leeva. Because as soon as I enter the main room, Riveria descends on me like a hurricane.
“Why didn’t you alert me Leeva was here?” I damn near shout in her face.
Confusion muddies her expression, wondering who the hell Leeva is because she only knows my woman as Kathryn Wentzell, but she shakes her head. “We have a huge problem. The police are here.”
“Fuck.” I pull out my phone to call Police Commissioner Talon. “I’ll deal with it.”
She grips my arm and pulls me into an empty room off the main room. “They have a warrant.”
I pull off my mask and stare at her. “For what?”
“To search the basement. Charles let them in the back door, at my order, and has them down there now.”
I frown. “What is the warrant for?”
“Searching for people being held as prisoners.” Her dark eyes meet mine. “For sex trafficking.”
“This is bullshit.” I stalk the room. “It stinks of a setup.”
She crosses her arms, regarding me. “The Havoc Guardians have no shortage of enemies.”
“No one knows we own this place.”
“Well, we aren’t holding people as prisoners or trafficking them, and I have no enemies, so what do you think?”
Impatient anger ripples through me. “Go supervise the search. I’ll call the police commissioner.” But before she leaves the room, I say, “I want Anais’ membership put on probation.”
Riveria slowly turns to me. “That’s a bold move. She’s been a member since we started. And for what cause would I put her membership on probation?”
“Just do it,” I say through clenched teeth.
She gives me a mock bow with a taunting smirk. “As Your Highness commands.”
Then she takes her snarky ass and leaves. I’m torn between chasing after Leeva to set the record straight and saving the Havoc Guardians—not just one of our most profitable businesses, but from the accusation that we’d be involved in something as heinous as human trafficking.
The MC trumps, though. For now. I’ll deal with this, and then I’m going to the Empress Hotel.
It’s about time that Leeva and Hayes were re-acquainted.