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 thehour. 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 voteyea 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 willVan 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.