Corrupt

15. A Warning To Not Mess With Unexplained Feelings

        "If I decide you can't do your job, I will kill her." Marc finalized, his eyes stormy as he glared back at his son. "I don't care about whatever you want. It will happen."

        Unexplained black rage flooded through Jace at the thought. His mind instantly snapped to the thought of Savannah's wide eyes staring innocently at him and the way they would quickly fill with exasperation whenever he did something that displeased her. The thought of her face never scrunched up in displeasure again had Jace shooting forward, rising from his chair. "You won't touch her. She's under my protection and if you do try something that will be a direct violation of code."

        "What you did was a direct violation of code!" Marc snapped back, kicking himself away from his chair. His physique had lost some of it's intimidation with age. "Screw the code and screw the rules. I'm not letting you risk everything over the feelings you have for one girl."

        "That's my decision." Jace towered over him, his hands tightening into round fists. He knew that he wouldn't kill her, he knew that he wouldn't be able to. Savannah had impacted him in a way that he didn't want to admit to or even think about.

        "What about Brad?" Marc spat out, struggling to rise to meet Jace's height. "He agrees that we should get rid of her. And I know your mother would. Everyone believes that having her know as much as she does is dangerous. And her fucking friend? That pushes it too far."

        Jace's glare deepened. "You-"

        "This has gone too far." Marc interrupted, shaking his head furiously. "This is putting all our men in danger too. You want to risk all that? And what about Jared? This could ruin the chances of getting his sister back."

        "You need to shut your mouth." Jace growled out, forcing him back into his chair. "I do what I want to do. If I believe that this is safe, then it is. Do not question me on my intentions, Marc. You may be my father, but I'm not afraid to put a bullet through your head if you cross the line."

        His father's eyes stayed stubbornly levelled, the flush in his cheeks growing with embarrassment at the way his son had controlled him. "I don't doubt that you will. I would do the same for your mother." He snorted, shaking his head. "I won't support you though. Not like this." He shook his head "And especially with a war about to start with the Nixon's."

        "I don't fucking care." Jace stepped back, crossing his thick arms together. "I have more men loyal to me than you ever did. You can't change that."

        An ugly sneer folded across Marc's face. "So, what are you going to do about it then? Let the Kingston's fall apart? We separate over some girl?"

        "No," Jace exhaled, forcing himself to take a step back. "I've heard what you believe and I don't agree. I'm saying that you should accept that because it isn't changing."

        He didn't say anything more, his harsh breathing sounding throughout the room.

        Jace stayed tensed, his hands ready to grab his gun before Marc relaxed, his face showing his displeasure.

        "Fine," He exhaled loudly. "Fine. But, one wrong move and I'm pulling from this. Brad and I won't support you."

        Jace nodded, resisting the urge to snort; he had more than enough power in his own name and more loyal to him than his brother and father ever would have. His lips pressed together in a thin line and he decided he was done here.

        Calling for Layton and Max, Jace didn't turn until he knew the two had entered the room. He was more than eager to return to Savannah and temporarily forget what had occurred.

        "And Jace?" Marc called out and Jace turned, his eyes narrowing into slits as he stared at his father. Marc had already focused back on his paperwork, the pen once again locked between his pudgy fingers. "I will kill her if I need to. I don't care about the consequences."

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        "Watch him," Jace commanded, leveling his gaze on Layton and Max as the black-fury he had been compressing finally made an appearence in his voice. He shoved a finger to the door. "I want to know if anything suspicious happens. Get Linc, Duke, and Trevor here. I want two of them watching over Savannah when I'm not. We don't want a repeat of the past."

        Jace shouldered past and the two automatically fell behind him, tucking their guns into the waistbands of their suit pants. "Get Red to investigate." He added, knowing that the two would understand that he wanted Red to hack into his father's systems to draw up what he could. "I want to know if he has anything fucking hidden. I don't trust him."

        "Boss," Max hedged, his tone hushed as he spoke up. "You think he's a threat?"

        "Yes," Jace stonily replied, not bothering to say anything more as they reached the door to the bedroom. "Be aware. I don't trust him, especially with Savannah."

        Their gazes darkened at the wild girl's name, who had obviously grown on them in the short time she had spent with them.

        "Alert the others." Jace ordered and Layton was quick to reach for the phone in his pocket, stepping away as he dialed a number. "I want a full report in my hands by the end of the day of anything that occurs, as well as being notified immediately."

        Layton nodded, his posture tense. "Of course, Boss."

        "We're staying for another two days." Jace gripped his phone from his pocket, thumbing through the dozens of emails that had piled up throughout the night. "I want Ben and Lake out here, as well. I want to know who Marc calls for and wherever he goes. If anyone tells Savannah what just occurred, they'll be dealing with me." Jace patted the weapon hidden by his suit jacket.

        Knowing that his orders would be met, he stalked to the bedroom door and shoved it open.

        "Savannah?" He forced himself to keep the eagerness out of his deep voice, he turned towards the closet, loosening his tie.

        Frowning when he heard nothing in return and sensing that something wasn't completely right, he moved towards the bed.

        Expecting to find a certain dark-haired beauty in his bed, Jace was surprised to find the it empty, the sheets chilled. The only sign that she had ever been there was the smell of vanilla that clung to the pillow and his memory. As Jace stared at the mattress, unexplained anxiousness rising in his chest, his eyes narrowed darkly.

        That was just before the rage set in.

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I apologize sincerely for my lack of updating. I had a chapter written, though I was not satisfied with it and so I decided to give you a short chapter in Jace's POV. I have been sick, am in the middle of moving, and have been overly busy with schoolwork, though those aren't excuses. Another chapter should be out soon! Thank you and once again, I'm sorry! :)