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“We’re reporting live from what’s left of Gourneau Land and Harvesting Solutions.

While we aren’t certain of what happened, sources tell us that negligence on the owner’s behalf caused the explosion that left over one hundred of his employees dead.

Details are scarce at the moment, but authorities say they’ve been looking for Chandler Gourneau.

Now, Mr. Gourneau is not a suspect, but until he cooperates with authorities to mediate this horrific event, we are all left to wonder about the billionaire who was once a beloved community leader.

Since the tragedy, Mr. Gourneau has been hit with several wrongful death lawsuits in just one week, and we, like the police, have been unable to reach for comment.

If you happen to see him, the authorities are asking that you reach out immediately to the number below. Tom… back to you.”

Crash!

Having heard enough of the bullshit the news was reporting, I threw the bottle of Hennessy into the television screen, watching in anger as they both shattered to the floor. My life had become a shit show over the past couple of weeks, and I had no one but Noemi to blame.

“Son, what is the—” my mother shouted as she ran from the back room. “What on earth is going on?”

Panting heavily, I dragged my eyes over to her, causing her to recoil. Since the day I went back to my property in Florida and discovered Gia and Lew’s corpses, I’ve been in Haiti with my mother and sister. If I knew they were going to be such a bother to me, I would have left them behind.

“Mom, get the fuck away from me…” I hissed as I backed her into a corner. “If you’re not going to help me with a solution, you’re part of my fuckin’ problems. And I’m up to my fuckin’ ears with problems, Charlotte. Don’t be the straw that breaks the camel’s back.”

Spinning on her heels, she hurried out of the small office.

I took a moment to catch my breath. Standing in my family home on our native land in our home country was bittersweet to me.

This is the first property that my father built for us—the home where he raised us.

It was because of him and his honor that I’ve landed myself in this bullshit.

When I pulled up to Gia and Lew’s home, payback and murder were the only things on my mind.

I’d done my homework on them, and I knew for the right amount of money that I could get them to do anything.

Finding out that they hated Skip didn’t mean much to me; I just wanted him to suffer before I killed him and brought my wife back home where she belonged.

Snatching her mother from the spa was a no-brainer, but it was something I hadn’t thought through.

Everyone I enlisted to help me had been casualties of a war I was now losing.

“Chandler,” my sister stated timidly as she tapped on the door. “I was about to bathe, but Ralph is here, and he said it’s urgent. He stated that he’d called your phone, but you didn’t answer.”

As I scanned my sister’s half-naked body, I couldn’t help but twitch with annoyance.

She’d never been good for anything but using her body, and for what?

Had she been able to hold on to Rosier the way I wanted her to, it would have been much easier to kill him for what he’d done to my father.

This is her fault just as much as it is his, and she has the black eye to prove it.

“Didn’t I tell you I didn’t want to see your face again while I was here?” I balled my fists up to prevent them from blacking her other eye as I walked over to her. The water falling down her cheeks pissed me off immediately. “Why the fuck are you in here?”

“Chandler, please!” she cried as she backed out of the room. “I was just telling you—ahh!”

“Where the fuck is the rest of my dope, Star?” I roared as I gripped her neck. “Did you take my shit?”

“What? No!” She shook her head, but I knew she was lying. “I haven’t been near your things!”

Grabbing the back of her hair, I dragged her back to her bedroom.

I was past the point of caring about her and her mother.

In my eyes, they were liabilities. Everyone who meant me no good had to go—even them.

Kicking in the door to her room, I dragged her into the en suite bathroom.

Seeing the steaming water filling the tub, I ignored her screams as I dunked her head first.

“I am sick and tired of you and your shit!” I shouted as I held her under the water while she fought to resurface.

“You have done nothing for this family but cause us shame. You want to be a whore?” I laughed ominously as she waved her arms rapidly in hopes of getting free.

“I’m going to show you what happens to whores! ”

Getting behind her, I kicked her knees apart.

Ripping the robe from her body, I bent her further into the water.

If she wanted to slut herself out to every man she met without any real purpose, I was going to show her the consequences by fucking her like the whore she was.

Right as her movements slowed from fighting me to get out of the water, I unzipped my slacks and pulled my dick out as a knock interrupted.

“Boss,” Ralph called into the bathroom. Glancing over my shoulder, he looked from me to Star before continuing, “I need you to come ride to the fields with me. This shit is all bad.”

Grunting, I yanked Star’s head out of the water before the bitch drowned. I stood over her and tucked my dick back into my briefs before zipping my slacks up. She rolled to her side, sputtering and coughing, but I could see the horror in her facial expression.

“Clean this shit up before I get back.” I kicked her in the side, causing her to groan. “And tell Charlotte that dinner better be ready when I step foot back into this house.”

Grabbing my gun and keys, I followed Ralph out of the door and into his Ford truck. I didn’t see my mother on my way out, but I’m sure she was somewhere lurking as always. I knew without a doubt that the house would be cleaned with food waiting for me when I returned after the episode I’d just had.

“I got something for you in the glove box.” He nodded toward the compartment as he drove us through the countryside. From the direction we were going, I assumed we were headed toward my coca and marijuana farms. “It’ll help get your mind right.”

Smirking slightly, I opened it up and beamed at what I saw. It had been a few days since I was able to get a hit, and I was on edge. I had some of the purest dope around, and lately, it was the only thing that helped me cope with the shit surrounding me.

“This…” I placed three hits under my thumbnail and inhaled deeply. “This is just want the fuck I needed. The girls are driving me crazy on top of this shit with Mimi and my business being blown up. I swear to God, when I get my hands on that bitch, she’s dead.”

Ralph said nothing as he listened to me vent.

From the time we were in middle school to now, he’s the only constant I’ve had in my life.

He was the closest thing to family, and he never judged me.

Even after witnessing what was about to happen between Star and me, I knew he wouldn’t judge or turn his back on me.

“You should have killed her when you got the chance.” He grunted as he pulled us toward the gate leading to my farm property. “Now, we will all suffer because of it.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I mumbled, closing my eyes as I pinched the bridge of my nose. The dope was kicking in, and I felt like I was in the clouds already. “I take good care of my team.”

“There is no fuckin’ team, Chan!” he roared, slamming on the brakes. “Everything attached to you is crumbling! Don’t you see! Your selfish ways and sick obsession with the Boudreaux family is costing us everything!”

Waving him off, I opened the passenger door and stumbled out.

It was hot as fuck out in Haiti today, and I was more than ready to get home.

With the coke flowing through my veins, I was ready for something warm and tight to suffocate my dick.

Star better hope one of the farmhands complied, or she’d be bent over again.

Sister or not, she was a whore, and that is what whores were for.

“Where the fuck is everybody?” I mumbled as I walked over toward the main house. The majority of my workers lived on the property, and I was fine with it. It made it easier for me to harvest my plants for my drugs. “Somebody is getting… fired.”

As I entered the house, my words stalled in my throat at the sight of all the dead bodies. Sprawled over the furniture, dropped in the middle of the floor, hanging off the counters and stair railing, there were at least twenty people dead.

“This is just the lower level,” Ralph sounded from behind me.

Glancing over at him, I could see the tears in his eyes as he looked around.

When his eyes landed on one spot in particular, I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat moments ago.

His wife and son were lying on the kitchen counter, her holding him as if she thought that would save him from the bullets that had ripped through his torso.

“There are more bodies upstairs as well as in the guest house. Children and dogs included.”

“Fuck…” I mumbled as I ran back outside, throwing up all I had eaten earlier today. “Fuck, man.”

“Yeah, fuck is right.” He came back on the porch with fire in his eyes.

“My family is dead, and the fields are ruined, and for what? A woman who never even wanted you? Because your father left and never came back? Who’s to say the nigga is dead…

” He walked over and pushed me, causing me to stumble.

“All of this… for what? Fuck you, Chandler! Fuck you and your father! This is because of you!”

Listening to him curse my family’s name did something to me. For my entire life, I made sure he was well taken care of. How dare he forget that? How dare he be ungrateful when I’m the reason all of these degenerates ate?