callan
After I finished cleaning up the mess at Redwood Academy and then taking care of Lucas, who must’ve killed Skylar, I drove to Yui’s home. Usually, I wasn’t allowed inside, especially without an invite, but the guards outside her mansion were scrambling tonight.
I walked right into the foyer without a problem.
Sakura hadn’t been home, so I found myself here, ready to search for any information that I could about the mob’s business in Redwood as well as who had killed Skylar. I needed to keep Blaise out of this as much as possible.
“The fuck are you doing here?” Ben asked.
“What happened with Skylar?”
“None of your fucking business,” he said.
“You’re putting the blame on Blaise Harleen,” I said, pushing past him to enter the house farther. Yui’s office was on the second floor, overlooking the pool and with a beachside view. “It is my business.”
Guards and men shuffled up and down the staircase. I pushed my way through them and stormed right into Yui’s office. She sat at her desk, glaring at her husband and shaking her head.
She gazed over at me. “Did you take care of Lucas?”
“What happened with Skylar? Why did you kill her?”
“It was a job,” Yui said calmly.
“So, you put the blame on Blaise Harleen. He’s my nephew,” I said. “Still a kid. You can’t blame him for this.”
“In a couple of days, you won’t be part of the family anymore,” Ben said, cracking a smirk and chuckling with Rick Santos, who I wanted someone to fucking kill already. “It won’t matter who we blame then. We could blame you.”
“Ben!” Yui scolded, slamming her hands down onto the desk and standing. She glared at him. “You know that’s not how we run things around here.”
“We’re hosting a sex trafficking ring with underaged high school girls,” Ben said. “Do you think I believe you actually care about the rules around here?”
So, it is true. They are pimping out underage girls.
Yui growled, stepped forward, and grabbed him by the neck. “I’m the boss. You do as I say, and I say, stop harassing Avery. He’s worked for us for nearly a decade and a half. Shut your mouth and respect him.”
Once Yui released him, I stepped forward. “Stop blaming Blaise,” I said. “Please.”
“It’s the police,” Yui said. “Not us.”
I wasn’t sure if I believed her completely. What did the police have against Blaise? Maybe it was his father who had slept with the chief’s wife a few years back? Had he really held a grudge all this time?
But … still, Yui had to have had some hand in choosing Blaise to put the blame on. Jett was Blaise’s grandfather, and I had made it seem like Jett had betrayed the mob. This was my fault that Blaise was where he was right now.
I didn’t put it past Yui to blame him herself, just to get back at Jett.
“Before Lucas killed her, he sent messages from her phone to a therapist. Made her seem crazier than she was. Our backup was to frame this as a suicide, but Skylar’s parents had doubts.”
Fuck.
I grumbled to myself. This shit was getting messy quickly.
“Who ordered it?” I asked, needing some kind of information.
“You know,” Yui started, “that’s private information.”