Silence Reveals Hidden Answers’ by Michael Anderson novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107

Harvey Prescott.

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1 raise my hands high as the goons pat me down right before I cross over to where the Don holds court. There he is, on the far side of the beach, his men bristling with guns like porcupines on steroids. I came unarmed, my crew’s packing heat way back there, but they’re not tagging along for this little sit-down with the old man.

I see he’s got Jenna there too, probably playing buffer so Daddy doesn’t ventilate me on sight.

Deep down, I never bought her bullshit as a lie. I just didn’t want Jennifer picturing the fallout, imagining drive-bys at her office or shadows in our bedroom. Hysteria’s a bitch; it spreads like bad perfume.

So in the back of my mind, I know to take the threat seriously but also not to make those around me aggravated by it. Baxter already looked like someone who was gonna pass out, so.

“You wanna feel my dick or what?” I grunt at the henchman pawing me. He jerks to his feet as I drop my hands.

“Well, you’re the enforcer,” he says, glaring. “You been in the army, then you come back home and control the streets. “ho knows what you’ve got tucked away? Gotta be extra sure.”

“Piss off.” I slam my shoulder into his chest. He tries to shove me back but the head honcho of this sand circus yanks him off

“Hold your boy,” I say, just to add that pizzazz that can make him even madder.

I’m in sunglasses as I look back at David before I start walking toward the beach. Looks like a family meeting, but I’m really the one that’s not family. What kind of psycho picks a beach to hash out the “stop trying to kill me conversation”?

In the middle of the sand, the Don’s men have set up couches like we’re about to shoot a magazine spread. There are pillars ringed by white silk pillars that billow like ghosts in the salty breeze. The Don lounges there in a crisp black suit, puffing a fat cigar that trails smoke like a dragon’s tail. Jenna stands rigid beside him as the wind whips her dark hair across her face.

Then she sees me coming closer, and she unfolds them quick, that look of desperation in her eyes. The closer I get, the more panicky she looks, like she’s afraid I’m going to die today.

Too bad I just tied the knot; dying here would be a shitty honeymoon gift.

Jenna. Sit, the Don coughs through a cloud of smoke, glaring daggers.

Which means he’s really pissed because from what I hear, he never snaps at her and I drop into it.

I take off my sunglasses so I can look him in the face. Moretti.

wave me to a seat opposite,

Think lips. Hawkish nose, jowls sagging under a silver-stubbled jaw and eyes flat like a shark’s. He’s not saying anything Probably waiting for the moment, I start shaking. I won’t give it to him. I glance at Reign, who’s sitting there quiet

“At least can I get a cigarette?” I break it

“Hmm. Thought an enforcer always carried his own, Moretti rumbles.

“My wife’s got me cutting back. But she won’t mind right now?

“Well, my wife is making me reduce it. But I don’t think she’ll mind right now.”

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Chapter 107

ppp.

I hear Reign roll his eyes until it clicks.

‘Do you even wanna protect her?” he hisses. “If I were you, I wouldn’t be mentioning her.”

take a breath.

I did burn about eight of your buildings.”

Thirteen,” Reign corrects me.

No way. Really?”

Fucking bastard.,” the Don growls at me.

Harvey, can you stop joking?” Jenna pleads, eyes wide.

I’m not here to joke. If you’d let my men bring shit in, you’d see I brought compensation for my… tantrums.”

The Don moves his head a bit, a subtle tilt, and one of his henchmen peels off to go find out what I’ve brought.

cross my legs before to continue the conversation.

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