Page 164 of Riot

Creed stood up slow, pulling his gun from his waistband. Pacing. Jaw flexed.

“You broke into my spot. Stole my shit,” Havoc went on, like we were catching up over drinks.“Tsk. Not very brotherly of you.”

“Where’s Rollo?” I asked, voice flat. Controlled. Barely.

A pause.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Then we heard it.

A scream. Muffled. Strained. Female.

I recognized the voice of my mother.

I shot to my feet so fast the chair toppled behind me. “Where the fuck are you?!”

Havoc didn’t answer right away. I could hear his breathing. Calm. Mocking.

“I’m just visiting some old family in Jersey. Auntie Madeira’s been such a gracious host. Mama Tessa too. Thought I’d stay awhile.”

Creed’s hand slammed the table, rattling the laptop. “He’s at your estate.”

My vision went white around the edges. My mouth was dry. My chest felt like it was cracking open from the inside.

He had my mother.

That woman had already been through enough.

I grabbed my gun. Keys. Rage.

“Let’s go,” I said.

Creed was already at the door, loading his clip, eyes wild and focused.

No more guessing. No more mercy.

Havoc had made his move.

Now I was gonna make mine.

And this time?

I wasn’t leaving any part of him breathing.

The drive to Jersey was a blur of adrenaline and fury. Creed sat in the passenger seat, one hand on his pistol, jaw locked so tight I swore I could hear his teeth grind. Neither of us spoke. There was nothing to say that wouldn’t set the other off.

Havoc had crossed way too many lines.

He’d gone beyond revenge and betrayal. Now he had my mother. I can’t believe I’ve been so many steps behind.

But this nigga had stepped onto holy ground and pissed on everything sacred.

My estate gates were wide open when we arrived. That alone made my stomach drop.

Creed jumped out the second we stopped, gun drawn. I was right behind him, Glock in hand, heart thundering. The main door wasn’t just unlocked, it was cracked open like an invitation to hell.

And that’s when I saw her.

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