Chapter 31: Rule #31: There is Always a Source of Power.

Beauregard.

The car ride back to the house was painful. Beatrice's gaze was fixed outside the window, her bottom lip permanently fixed in-between her teeth. The grip Javier had on the steering wheel was just as deadly as the speed he had insisted on driving, taking the twists and turns at terrifying chaotic accuracy bile creeped its way up my throat. When we arrived at the house, he was the first to get out of the car, the first in the house, leaving Beatrice and me in a very familiar position.

"He's mad." She stated the obvious.

"He's out of control," I said my statement had more than one connotation. "Javier craves control, Beatrice."

"Beau?" She asked timidly, I turned around to look at her, she was holding my sunglasses in her hand, her eyes fixed outside the window still. "If I were to ask you to be one of my guards at the new place, would you take it?"