Chapter 56
Story
“Ifeel like this is all my fault,” Alana said lowly through the phone.
“Doesn’t matter how or why, baby. We’re handling it,” I said confidently.
“But it doesn’t take away from me being the reason for all of this. If I had made the right decision years ago, none of this would have ever happened.”
“Lanni, I love you, baby, and as true as that may be, the past is the past. We all have regrets, but right now, this is the hand we’re dealt. I don’t blame you, so don’t blame yourself.”
The line got quiet, which let me know she was processing what I’d said. I meant every word, so there was no reason for her to feel bad.
“Sophie and I are good now. I know she blames me for not having you, and for the things William has done, but I feel like we’ll be okay. I just wish things could have been different.”
“She loves you, Lanni. Just pick up the pieces and build. We’re a family.
She has Trooper and I have you. We’re about to be grandparents.
I’m just now getting used to the idea of Sophie being in my life as my daughter and now my baby is having a baby.
Shit is good, Lanni. Don’t think about all the things we lost, focus on what we’re gaining. ”
“I love you, Sinclair. I love everything about you.”
I chuckled and nodded to an empty room. I was currently stretched out on our bed, wishing she was next to me. “Baby, you don’t have to say that shit for me to know it’s true.”
“I know I don’t, but I need to say it for me.”
“I love you too, Lanni, but I have to go. I’ll call you tonight, and hopefully I’ll see you in a couple days.”
“Hopefully,” she released softly. “And Sinclair, be safe.”
“Always, can’t shit touch me out here. I already told you, I got too much riding on it. We’ll talk tonight.”
“Okay.”
After I ended the call, I sat up and let my feet hit the floor while I positioned myself on the edge of the bed. My hand moved across my head as I looked around.
Trooper and Los had already handled Rogers and Allen, so all I needed to do was take care of William. That would bring Harold right to me, then all of our problems would be taken care of. No time like the present.
I knew exactly where William would be. If nothing else, he was predictable. My only concern was if he would be alone. At this point, I really didn’t care. I was just ready to get this shit over with and get back to my life.
When I arrived at the house where he was tucked away, I noticed an unfamiliar car. Unfortunately, that meant I’d have to take more than one life.
As soon as I made it to the door, I fired at the lock then kicked it open, taking it back to my old days.
Fuck all that announcing and playing it safe.
Anybody inside at this point would be catching a bullet.
Once I was inside, my eyes moved around the small house.
Just as my eyes landed on Lincoln, I squeezed the trigger.
My shot caught him in the shoulder, which caused him to turn slightly before he went flying back. William was next, but unlike Lincoln, he fumbled with a gun like he would actually use it.
I delivered one more shot his way, hitting him right in the chest. The force of the bullet sent him flying back until he hit the center island he was in front of. Clutching the wound on his chest, he then hit the floor, cussing and screaming like a little bitch.
When I made my way over to them, I first kicked William’s gun away, then focused on Lincoln. From the angle where I stood, I peeped William to make sure his bitch ass didn’t go for the gun.
“So you’re the stupid muthafucker who helped him with the attack on my daughter?” I growled at Lincoln with my gun aimed at his head.
“Your daughter? What the hell are you talking about? I don’t know your daughter.” He fumbled over his words while gripping his shoulder. Seeing him shaking like a gotdamn bitch forced a smile onto my face.
“Oh, so he didn’t tell you?” I glanced at William, who scowled at me.
“Tell me what? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Sophie,” I said calmly, looking him right in his eyes.
“Sophie is your daughter?” He glanced at William in confusion before he focused on me again. “I didn’t know. I fucked up. Please don’t kill me. I love Sophie and I didn’t know how far he would take it.”
Watching him beg for his life pissed me off even more. Muthafuckers always wanted to play hard until it was time to accept the consequences of their actions.
“You should have gotten all the facts, but that’s a mistake that just cost you your life.” Squeezing the trigger two more times, I delivered two shots to his head, which caused his body to slump over.
“Now, for you.” A sinister grin spread across my face as I took another step toward William.
His eyes said it all, but he had yet to say one word.
I kicked him over and my foot landed across his neck, applying just enough pressure to allow him shallow breaths while he grasped at my ankle.
“This has been a long time coming, old friend. We’re friends, right, William? I mean, I would think you weren’t too fond of me the way you were constantly trying to ruin my life. But then again, what’s a little jealousy amongst friends, right?”
“Fu… fuck… yo… you,” he whispered, due to my boot on his neck. His eyes remained on me as he continued to fight for air.
“Fuck me? Come on, William, you can do better than that.” I chuckled and aimed my gun at his head again, lifting my foot just enough to give him some reprieve.
He scrambled from under me, grasping at his neck. “You want to kill me, then do it. I’ll rest easy knowing you won’t be far behind me,” he snarled.
“Oh really? And how is that supposed to happen?”
“My family will make sure of it, so kill me if you want, but I’ll see your ass in hell along with that bitch of yours…”
The mention of Alana was all I needed to finish the job. Fuck a conversation, I’d waited a long time to see him take his last breath. I emptied the remainder of my clip into him, and with an evil smirk, watched as he bled out.
After surveying the kitchen, I found William’s phone on the counter and lifted it before making a call.
“I’m busy right now, son, and you’re late anyway. Where the hell are you?” Harold Prescott barked into the phone.
“Sorry to disappoint. He’s a little tied up at the moment courtesy of me, so I don’t think he’ll make it. I just killed your gotdamn son. You want me, come get me. I’ll be waiting,” I said with a menacing grin before I tossed the phone on the floor and left William’s place.
It wouldn’t be long before I was face to face with Harold, but trust, I would be the last man standing.
“The story of the hour is that business mogul William Prescott, founder and owner of The Prescott Agency, was found murdered along with his protégé Lincoln Olsen. The two were found gunned down in a house that belonged to a woman whose identity is being kept secret. Sources say Prescott had been having an affair with the woman for years. There are currently no leads and the family has been quiet about the tragedy. Alana and Sophie Prescott haven’t been present, and sources close to the family say Prescott and his wife had been having issues, which accounts for his wife and daughter’s absence.
We will keep you updated as we gain more information, but for now, it has been confirmed that William Prescott and Lincoln Olsen were both found dead a few hours ago. ”
I muted the volume on the TV and looked at Trooper, who spoke right away. “No leads?”
“They may not know, but Harold does. I called his ass and told him.”
“You called him?”
“Hell yeah. No sense in prolonging the inevitable. I’m just as ready to end this shit as you are. Why keep playing with his ass?”
Trooper chuckled and shook his head. “How long you think?”
“No idea. He’s getting his shit in order right now. Unlike me, he can’t just walk up on someone and pull the trigger. He pays people to do it for him, but this one, he’ll want to handle personally. I killed his son and called to tell him.”
“It would be nothing for him to just send the feds to pick you up.”
“You’re right, but he won’t.”
Trooper’s hand moved across his head before he looked me right in the eyes. “I think I fucked up.”
That immediately got my attention.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“The one person I thought I had a handle on played me. She’s the one running all this shit.”
“Willis?”
“Yeah, right before I killed Rogers, he acted like I was a gotdamn priest and he was having a confession hour. He mentioned we had it all wrong, that the person heading all this shit was Willis.”
“So, take care of her.”
“That’s the problem. I don’t know where the fuck she is. I’ve been watching her place and she hasn’t returned. That shit has got me nervous as fuck. If I can’t track her moves, she might be tracking mine. What if she knows where they are?”
“Is that a possibility?”
“Shit, could be. I got my man down there looking after them, and I talk to Sophie on the regular, but that don’t mean she ain’t hanging in the shadows.
If she’s the one really pushing this shit, she wants Sophie and Alana.
Having her hands on them will help her manipulate us.
She doesn’t know you’re about to murk Harold, so as far as she’s concerned, her shit is solid and she’s likely trying to secure all the players.
As of now, that’s all of us, including Sophie and her mother. ”
“Then we go get them.”
“What about Harold?” Trooper looked at me concerned.
Having him coming for me did complicate things, but we’d have to deal with that.
Last thing I wanted was for a dirty fed to get their hands on Sophie or Alana.
Using them would be the only way to force the issue with me and Trooper.
I’d do anything for Lanni, the same way he’d do anything for Sophie.
If she was smart, she knew that, which was a problem.
“Right now, we need to bring them home. We can’t risk her getting to them before we do.”
Nodding to agree, Trooper pulled out his phone to make a call. I did the same. It was time to bring the girls home and we’d deal with Prescott when the time came.