Chapter 6 

1 sat on a stone bench by the Morrison estate’s fountain, mindlessly towing, fish food into the water, A few goldfish swam up to the surface, splashing, droplets that dampened my jeans. 

Suddenly, a shadow fell over me, I looked up to see Dallas’s tall frame. 

“Got some answers about what you wanted me to dig into His voice was low and smooth, 

I jumped to my feet, fish food scattering, everywhere, “What did you find?” 

He handed me a thick folder, “Your dad definitely headed up that Riverside development project But the guy actually running things on site was your distant uncle 

My fingers tightened unconsciously, the papers crinkling 

“There was a dispute over the evictions, and your uncle got into it with some residents,” Dallas’s voice had an edge to it “Two people died. Took a shitload of money to make it go away,” 

My heart sank like a stone. Even though it wasn’t directly my father’s faul, Reed’s parents really had died because of the development project, 

A few days later, at the penthouse suite of the Four Seasons downtown. 

Some fat, greasy guy was getting handsy with two escorts draped all over him. 

When the door got kicked in, he still had that disgusting smirk plastered on his face. 

Dallas strode in with a few of his guys and slammed the man face first onto the marble table. 

1 followed behind, watching the terror spread across his bloated face, 

“Who the fuck are you? Do you know who I am?” he struggled and screamed. “I’m family–I’m a Preston!” 

I laughed coldly, “You? You don’t deserve that name.” 

Dallas didn’t waste time with small talk. He pulled out a Glock and pressed it to the guy’s temple. 

The man immediately went limp, pissing himself right there on the expensive carpet. 

1998 

Chapter o 

“I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!” he blubbered. “Mr. Preston gave the project to my boss back then. 

Those residents wouldn’t move, and every day we were bleeding hundreds of thousands… I–I fucked up…” 

Dallas lowered the gun and motioned for his guys to drag him away. “Save it for the cops. Otherwise, your wife and kid in Vancouver…” 

The man suddenly started smashing his forehead against the floor. “Don’t touch my son! I’ll confess to everything!” 

I turned away in disgust, unable to look at this pathetic piece of shit anymore. Even now, all he could think about was his precious son–didn’t even mention his wife. 

The police showed up within minutes, and as they slapped the cuffs on him, he was still wailing, “Don’t hurt my boy! I’ll admit to everything!” 

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