All Hail - J. Bree Page 0,30

these men to pieces for daring to show up on my doorstep.

The Crow will be plotting out exactly why they would be showing up.

Either way, they won’t find a thing.

“Avery Beaumont, open up! We have a warrant to search the premises and we will break the door down if required.”

Oh, I wish they would.

I wish they would break down my eight-thousand-dollar custom door because the hellfire I would rage down onto them for daring would be so satisfying. Even without the resources I usually borrow from Atticus, there’s a lot of options I have for myself.

I need to fill my black book a little more.

Maybe instead of trying to find myself I should just get back to what I’m good at and start ruining people’s lives, manipulating them into being under my thumb, and then I’ll feel a little more comfortable in my own skin again.

I walk to the door and unlock it, pulling the double doors both open wide with my head held high and my posture perfect in my eight-inch heels.

Half of the men standing there in riot gear look a little dazed at the sight of me. I know exactly which ones are dirty cops, they all gulp at the sight of the Wolf’s most trusted confidant standing before them dressed entirely in white, but the others are not expecting to be here to search the house of someone like me.

A nineteen-year-old girl, dripping with old money and good breeding.

The only person who doesn’t look shocked or concerned is the Police Chief, George Drummond, who’s standing there with a sneer curling his lip up at me.

I give him my signature icy look back.

He holds up a folded piece of paper in one of his meaty fists. “We have a warrant to search the property, all of the buildings, and cars. Doesn’t matter who you call about it, Beaumont, this is happening today.”

I shrug and hold out my hand for the paper, not because I need it but because I’m playing along. “Is there something specific you’re looking for? It may be faster if you tell me.”

His lip curls even more. “I know exactly who you are and what your family does. I’ll find her, no matter how fucking well you try to hide her.”

Her?

The men all start moving, some searching outside and others walking past me to get into the building but not a single one of them brush against me as they pass.

Their Police Chief might not see it, but the men all seem to know who the real danger here is.

“I’m not sure who you think I’m harboring here but I assure you, I’m home alone. My brother is out of town, so he definitely hasn’t snuck some girl in here without me knowing.”

I don’t know how much he knows about how my family is made up but it’s probably for the best that I leave Lips’ name and their relationship out of this for now. It might let me get a feel of what the hell is actually going on.

Drummond finally hands me the piece of paper and steps forward, his face flushed in anger and sweat beading on his forehead so he looks like he might be in danger of a stroke. “I will find my daughter, Beaumont, and if you’ve harmed her in any way, I will throw the fucking book at you. I know exactly where your family’s skeletons are buried.”

Lauren.

That stupid, star-eyed, dreamer of a girl that Lips always felt sorry for is the one who’s missing. I haven’t seen her since I left Hannaford Prep, I haven’t even thought about any of the stupid bitches we were stuck there with since then, but it doesn’t matter. If she’s missing and her father is the Police Chief? Probably something worth knowing about.

I raise an eyebrow at him and say in my coldest tone, “Of course you do, Drummond. You helped my father bury them.”

When Illi arrives I’m sitting on the love seat in front of my house, the one Harley insisted we have for him to cuddle up with his Mounty. The pillows have been slashed open, because in true Mounts Bay PD logic I must be keeping drugs and cash in the fucking cushions… that or there’s a ransom note in there for Lauren.

“What the fuck have those fucking pigs done to the place? Where’s the fucking respect for shit, I’ll gut them Queenie.”

I huff at him, pissed the hell off, and shrug. “Probably best to not announce our