14. Chapter 9
Treven
Present Day
I walk into our main office. We have a penthouse up top and a special basement below, for those we need to persuade or for those who have done us wrong.
The windows are floor to ceiling, and we can see the city below us.
All the chaos during the day and the flashing lights at night.
This, this is home. There is no other place in the world I would be able to call home.
Have I traveled? Of course, but there’s nothing like our city.
We have a huge table in the middle of the room.
Black leather chairs surround it with black couches scattered around.
We have a giant flat screen TV on the wall.
And of course we have a bar, complete with anything you can think of, to make whatever drink you’d like.
I take a seat in one of the oversized loved seats, crossing my legs.
I clasp my hands together and sigh, waiting for the others to arrive.
This better be good. There’s always something going on, things need to be done, people needing to be handled, businesses to run.
We all have our roles to play. In this life, it’s about who you know and what you can do.
One slip up and everything can come crashing down.
I hear some arguing and laughing before the doors snap open.
“Shit, be careful with that,” I say. “Ahh, Treven, don’t worry so much.
If it breaks I’ll just buy a new one.” Sylus grins.
That smug bastard. He shrugs and walks over to the bar.
He’s wearing a tight black tee and ripped pants.
I’m guessing he’s been out on the streets.
Not my thing. I can’t stand half of those people.
I would just pull out my gun and shoot them.
But Sylus has a knack for wheeling and dealing.
He gets what he wants and they get to live, ok, usually. I can’t make any promises.
Everyone else shows up behind him. Emmit's pacing, and Marcus goes behind the bar grabbing a bottle of the finest whisky he can find. His knuckles are torn up, blood still oozing out of the cuts. I better take a look at that. “Ok, we have a little problem,” Damion says, slamming his fist into the table; it’s so old, he cracked it.
“Great there goes another one,” I humph.
“What Treven, do you have a problem?” Damion rubs his jaw.
His shirt has blood splattered on it and he smells like burnt flesh.
“You just broke our fuckin’ table.” I’m sick of these guys breaking everything.
Yes, we are very well off, more money than I know what to do with.
But, that doesn’t mean we have to go around breaking shit.
“We have a problem in the size of 5'2”, and reeks of rebellion and independence.” The room goes quiet, we know exactly who he is talking about, even without him saying her name.
The one who broke our black, broken hearts.
No one has seen or heard from Evie in years.
Shit got bad, real bad, and then poof, it was like she no longer existed.
Marcus breaks his crystal glass, the shards go flying everywhere, but no one moves.
All we ever wanted was to save her, to take her away from that so-called “home” of hers.
She ran without saying a word, leaving no trace.
How do we ever get over that? We don't, we each drown ourselves in our own vices.
Work, pussy, weed, alcohol. We do what we can to numb the pain of the unknown and the what if.
Maybe we should have been harder on Evie, maybe we should have done more.
“What about her?” I finally ask, taking myself out of that train of thought.
“I had a guy who has been running his mouth, so I decided to pull him in for a couple of questions.” He pauses to take a breath, then looks around the room and shakes his head.
“He said that they are looking for her.” Damion slams the table again and pulls his hair.
“As much as I know how angry we all are at her, we can’t let him get to her.
We need to find her first.” Damion exhales, I think he’s about to give himself a heart attack.
He has always made everything his problem, even when it’s not, but I guess that’s what happens when you take on this kind of life.
I swear the veins are bulging out of his neck.
“Treven, can you run surveillance and see if we have her on any CCTV? Also look and see if she’s working for any companies that we own.
I mean, it shouldn’t be hard if she’s already in our territory.
” I nod at his words, and grab my tablet, after a few taps, I’m putting filters through the system.
“We’ll find her,” is all I say, before Marcus storms out like he’s about to kill everyone in sight.