Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
It took two hours to empty every single liquid cash account the Levines had.
It didn’t take long for the authorities to realize that the Levines were hiding funds.
There’s no trace of the money, and if they do manage to find it, I’ve put it all in an account under Bradley Levine’s name.
I have no need for their money, nor do I want this shit tracing back to me.
“What the fuck did you do?” I look up at the angry face of my so-called friend. I was just messaging Jazzy about how he can’t be trusted. And here he is, red-faced and fucking pissed, storming into my office.
“What are you talking about?” My features are schooled with indifference.
“My father, you did this. He wouldn’t commit insider trading. We don’t need money that desperately,” Bradley snarls. “This has you written all over it, Westmead.”
“Really? Because from what I’ve heard, the evidence they have against your old man is rock solid. Turns out, he was involved in insider trading.” I shrug. “As if that’s the worst thing your family’s been involved in lately.”
“I don’t know how you did this, but I will find out. And you’re going to be fucking sorry when I do,” he growls.
“Is that a threat, Bradley?” I lift a challenging brow. Security enters my office and I hold up a hand, indicating for them to wait.
“It’s a fucking promise. I know how to hit you where it hurts the most, Westmead. Don’t fucking forget that,” he says.
With a wave of my still-raised hand, two security guards take hold of Brad and drag him out of my office. “Nice chat, Brad. Don’t come back here.”
I message Jazzy’s bodyguards.
Me:
Is she still home?
Hunter:
Hasn’t left.
Me:
Good. If this asshole comes around, do not let him get anywhere near her. He just threatened her.
I pull up a picture of Brad and send it through.
Now that Levine’s been arrested, it’s time to enact the second part of my plan. The ruining of Van Baron. Through his obviously unsatisfied wife. Any woman happy in her marriage doesn’t look for dick elsewhere.
I upload the video of Mrs. Van Baron, sucking a dick that isn’t her husband’s, and then send it to every news outlet. Securely and anonymously. I could have done without seeing Logan’s dick, but I did have to watch the entire thing.
Especially the part where he pulls out, takes hold of her chin, and asks her directly, “Did your husband have anything to do with my parents’ murders?”
I held my breath, waiting for her response.
She nods in acknowledgement. “I’m so sorry, baby.
I wish I could take away the pain my husband causes to everyone.
You didn’t deserve this. Your parents didn’t and neither did the Westmeads.
He wants everything, though, and I’m afraid he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.
Let me make you feel better,” she croons before covering his dick with her mouth again.
It was too fucking easy to get her to talk. Way too fucking easy. But this will be enough to get Van Baron out of the fucking picture. I’m expecting this to hit the news outlets within the hour. I’m sure he’ll be dragged in for questioning not long after that.
I look at the clock. It’s six pm, and as expected, the media is ablaze with the scandals involving two of our wealthiest families. I’ve called an emergency Court meeting. Although it will be short a few members now.
Four of the remaining six families will be voting on what I have to suggest. I hold the Westmead vote.
I know that Logan is all in, making the Carnegies in my favor.
The Van Barons’ and the Levines’ representatives are otherwise occupied.
Meaning their votes are not needed. That leaves two remaining families I need to get onboard with my plan: the Wickenshems and the Ambinis.
Ambini is always quiet at these meetings.
I get the feeling he hates them as much as I do.
And Wickenshem? I don’t imagine he’ll put up too much of a fight with what I’m suggesting.
I read the rule book—first time I’ve touched it since I was sixteen.
There is a clause our forefathers put in for situations like this. A clause I plan to enact.
Once everyone has arrived, I look around the table. “Thank you for coming. I’m assuming you’ve all heard the recent news concerning the Levines and the Van Barons?”
The other three men nod. “What is this about, Jacob?” Ambini asks. “We were just here last night.”
“I want to invoke section ten, article nine.” I throw the rule book down on the table.
“What the fuck is section ten, article nine?” Ambini asks.
“It basically states any family who causes a national scandal can be removed from The Court if all remaining families vote yea on the removal. I’m putting a vote in to have Levine and Van Baron removed from The Court, effective immediately,” I explain.
“That’s bold,” Wickenshem says. “What’s in it for us? Them being out?”
“We return to running things how they were originally intended. To maintain financial wealth and the growth of our families. We put a stop to the bullshit murdering and threats from inside the inner circle.”
“Okay, then let’s vote,” Logan says. He puts his hand up. “Yea.”
“Yea.” I follow suit. And glance to the last two men, who share a look before simultaneously agreeing. “It’s decided then. All privileges will be removed. Any access the Levines and Van Barons have to our databases will be revoked immediately.”
Everyone nods.
“Now, this bullshit about taking over the underground, it ends here. We are not, nor have we ever been, involved in the drug industry,” I say.
“Never wanted it anyway,” Wickenshem replies.
“Me neither,” Ambini agrees.
Once everyone leaves, I spend the next hour erasing all traces of the Van Barons and the Levines from our databases.
They will no longer be able to access any of the information we’ve collated over the years.
I’ve also sent a message out to the top politicians, noting the families’ removals from the organization.
They won’t get any outside help when they seek it out for their legal troubles.
The next thing I do isn’t something I should, but I do it anyway. I erase all evidence ever gathered against Jazzy’s father and uncles. This shit is finally coming to an end.
I can’t completely let my guard down yet. I know that it’s not over. Bradley isn’t going to just disappear and neither will Van Baron—if he manages to talk his way out of the police interrogation.
Either way, he’s out of The Court, his influence will be limited to those who either want something from him or are afraid of him still. I doubt anyone with half a brain will work with the asshole.
It’s nine pm by the time I pull up to Jazzy’s parents’ house. When I do, I seek out her father. I find him in his office. I knock on the door, and Carlo looks up from his desk.
“Come in,” he says.
I walk in and shut the door. “You see the news?”
“I did. That was you, I assume?” he asks. I never shared what I was working on, how I was going to get out of the situation I was in. And he didn’t push too hard to find out either.
“I have no idea what you’re referring to.” I smirk.
“Right,” he says. “Why are you in my office at nine o’clock at night, Jacob?”
“I came to let you know it’s over. I might have accidentally erased all evidence The Court had on your organization. I was removing the Van Baron and Levine families’ access to the database, and I think I hit the wrong button.” I shrug.
Carlo smiles. “Mistakes happen.”
“They do,” I agree. I turn to walk out before stopping. Turning back, I meet Carlo’s eyes. “I do love her. Just so you know. I would do anything for her and I will spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of her.”
“I know you love her. If I thought for a second you didn’t, you wouldn’t be in my house,” he says. “If you ever break her heart again, though, I will fucking kill you, and they won’t find your body.”
“I won’t. I’m going to marry her.” I smile.
“From what I hear, she says you haven’t asked her that question yet.” Carlo smirks.
“I’ve been waiting,” I tell him. “I am taking her home now.”
“You’re taking her to your house?”
I nod.
“That’s not her home. This will always be her home. But I suppose she does want a change of scenery.” He sighs.
“Thank you.” I leave his office and run up the stairs in search of my girl. I’m eager to get her home, to actually start our lives together.