RISEN FROM THE ASHES: GOD OF CHAOS

CHAPTER SIX

“You stepped out of line,” Harvey said as Kace stepped into the house. 

He took off his suit jacket and placed it on the couch before unbuttoning his sleeves. 

“You told me that you were going to help me find out what happened in St. Maria,” he said, walking towards the kitchen. 

“And I’m doing just that,” Harvey said, following him. 

Kace scoffed as he opened the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of scotch. He placed it on the marble counter and reached for a glass. 

“This isn’t funny, Master Kace,” Harvey said. “The police could be on us at any minute now. You know we don’t think this way.”

Kace rolled up his sleeves before pouring the amber liquid into his glass. 

“Now we do,” he said, placing the scotch back into the cupboard and walking towards the living room. 

Harvey followed him like a fly. 

“What’s going on with you?” He asked. 

“Five years, Harvey! Five fuckin’ years and we still haven’t made a single move until today,” Kace asked. “I got a name. Jarrell Milton. And how did that come about? It was because I didn’t do it quietly.”

Harvey sighed and rubbed his forehead. He could argue that Kace’s recklessness today had given them answers. But at what cost? 

“Besides. We will be out of here before the police even catch up to us,” he added. “We will move to another city and start our search again.”

Harvey rubbed his stubble as he thought of their next move. His salt and pepper hair was ruffled, and his silver eyes looked dull from sitting behind monitors for hours. But that was his job. He had promised Bianca to look after her son no matter what happened. That was the only reason he had chosen to help Kace on his quest for revenge. But now, he felt he had made a terrible decision. 

The blonde guard stepped into the living room, and Kace’s attention was stolen. 

“How did it go?” He asked. 

“We cleaned up everything. It was like we were never there,” the blonde guard replied. 

“Thank you, Alan. You know what to do?”

Alan nodded. 

“It was a pleasure working with you. Goodbye.”

And with that, he left the building. Harvey turned back to Kace. 

“You know,  having too many allies is going to get us caught faster, right?” He asked. 

Kace sighed and rose from the couch, half of the scotch in the glass already gone.  

“I told you, I always clean after myself.”

Harvey shook his head, completely appalled. But then, an alert buzzed on the iPad he left on the center table, and he grabbed it. His eyes widened as he stared at the alert. 

“Master Kace. You won’t believe it,” he said. “Your bid to buy a share in Hendrix Industries has just been approved.”

Kace, who was on his way to the kitchen, paused and turned back to him. 

“Say that again?”

Harvey walked up to him and handed him the iPad. He got it from him and stared at the screen. He read the congratulatory message, and his green eyes lit up in delight. 

“I guess I know where we are going next," he said with a smile. 

Harvey cranked an eyebrow at him. Kace patted him on the shoulder as he handed him the iPad. 

“Pack your bags, Harvey. We are going back home.”

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MANHATTAN, NEW YORK.

There was a crowd outside the Gotham Hall was mixed with paparazzi and onlookers. There was a huge ceremony happening inside: a party held by the prestigious Hendrix industries, which was celebrating another milestone. They’d struck a deal with a major company, a deal that was going to see their shares skyrocket through the roof. 

Just outside, a silver GT3 RS pulled up to the venue, which caught the attention of the crowd. A figure stepped out of the car and straightened his suit, which left everybody staring. It was Kace Cameron, and he waved at the crowd. A valet rushed over to him, and he dropped the car key into his palm. 

“Take good care of her,” he instructed. 

The valet nodded before he walked off to the red carpet. The crowd was trying to figure out who it was, but he walked past them and walked straight into the party. 

At the entrance were two hefty guards who were glaring at him as he walked toward them. 

“Hold it right there, squishy pants,” the one with a buzz cut demanded. 

Kace cranked an eyebrow at him. 

“Where is your invite?” He asked. 

Kace pulled out the card from his breast pocket and handed it over to them. When the guard read the card, his eyes widened in shock, making the other guard read it as well. 

“So sorry about that, Mr. Cameron,” he said, stepping outside. “Welcome.”

Kace nodded at them and walked into the hall. It was lit with golden chandeliers, and jazz music filled the air. It was just as he remembered. The last party he attended in Manhattan, the Hendrix’s family Annual Reunion. There was no doubt that they were in here. But instead of looking for trouble, he decided he was just going to have fun. 

“Enjoy yourself, Master Kace,” Harvey’s voice sounded through the earpiece. “You really need this.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he said, speaking to the tiny microphone at his collar. 

He picked up a glass of champagne from a moving tray and took a sip. The wine was strong and almost gave him a burning sensation down his throat. But instead, he decided to have a look around. 

There were loud dignitaries around, but none of them enticed him. He had returned to Manhattan in the hope that he would have some fun here. He would be disappointed if nothing here intrigued him. 

“Have you found anything onJarrell Milton yet?” Kace asked through the microphone. 

“No. I’m still looking,” Harvey said. 

“It sounds to me that you are stalling,” Kace said, having another look around at the crowd. 

“I know how important this is to you, Master Kace,” Harvey reminded. “I won’t fail you.”

“Alright,” he said. 

Suddenly, he felt a nudge behind him and spun immediately, pulling away before the champagne could spill on his suit. 

“Oh my Gosh. I’m so sorry,” a woman said. 

She looked up, and he recognized her immediately. There was no way that he would forget those ocean-blue eyes and blonde hair, even though it was more wrapped in a bun. 

“Ava?” He called softly. 

Ava squinted a bit before her eyes widened in shock. 

“Flynn?”