Page 157 of Riot

But today we were going to get to the bottom of this. If Rollo was dead, I was making someone pay for that shit. Havoc was already about to get a bullet to the dome for linking up with an enemy and trying to have me killed.

Creed met me in the driveway, already looking like he’d pulled an all-nighter too. Dressed in black. Eyes hard. Voice clipped.

“You ready?”

I nodded, jaw tight. “Let’s go.”

Rollo’s estate was tucked away behind a wrought-iron gate and a line of thick pines on the edge of Yonkers. Big-ass place with security cameras, tall fences, and a stone fountain shaped like a lion out front.

It was quiet when we pulled up.

Creed used the code Irina gave us. We stepped into the house and were hit with stillness.It was like he vanished mid-thought.

I made a beeline for his office. The MacBook was still open on his desk. A joint in the ashtray, burned to the filter.

Creed hovered behind me while I slid into the chair and tapped the spacebar.

The screen lit up.

Rollo’s desktop was a chaotic mess of random screenshots, files labeled “shit4later,” and downloads he never moved. But the browser was open but there was nothing to indicate where he was.

Then I opened Find My iPhone.

The map took a second to load, and when it did, a red pin dropped right in the middle of Brooklyn.

Flatbush.

I zoomed in. Tilted my head.

My stomach turned to concrete.

“Yo,” I muttered. “This address—this building?—”

Creed squinted. “Ain’t that where?—?”

“That’s Havoc’s spot.”

We both fell silent.

I hadn’t visited Havoc since he bought the little spot. Our business never really took me to Brooklyn, but I guess I was going there today.

Creed’s fists clenched. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Yeah,” I said quietly. “We gotta go check this shit out.”

We didn’t pack light.

I grabbed my Glock and two extra clips. Creed holstered a Sig and tucked a blade in his boot. No words needed, we moved in sync, like the brothers we were bred to be.

As we pulled away from the estate, my hands gripped the wheel hard enough to hurt.

I’d been willing to believe Havoc was just broken. Just bitter.

But now?

If he touched Rollo…if he evenlookedat him wrong…

He wasn’t gonna have to worry about forgiveness.

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