The Undercover Cadets Bloody Romance

*Audry*

“Do you have anything to add, Audry?” Dominic Molton asked me.

Everyone at the table turned to look at me. The man at the head of the table, Mr. Molton, was the leader of the Molton Family, a prominent gang here in Detroit.

“Yes, I’ve noticed that there is no guard at the gate between one-thirty and two since Jerry is taking his lunch break. We need to have someone cover for him during that time or else, anyone who knows the passcode could get through,” I explained to Mr. Molton.

The older man looked impressed by my catch and his gray eyebrows shot up.

“What a smart idea, Audry,” Mr. Molton pointed out. Then, he addressed everyone else in the room. “You see, this is why Audry has risen to such a high rank in the short amount of time that she’s been with us. It’s her attention to detail that sets her apart from everyone else. Matthew.” Mr. Molton turned to the man on the right side of him. “Will you please make sure that is dealt with immediately?”

“Of course, sir.” Matthew, the leader’s second in command, nodded and made a note on the computer before him.

“Once again, Audry, good job,” Mr. Molton said and gave me a rare smile.

To the leader’s left-hand side, I saw Daniel, the leader’s son, roll his eyes.

I suppressed a smile at Daniel’s reaction. He hated when his father praised me. Daniel was the next in line for being the leader—technically, he could take over any day now—but it seemed like his father didn’t think he was ready yet. I hadn’t been a part of the gang for very long, but Mr. Molton trusted me and that pissed his son off.

While Mr. Molton ended the meeting, I looked around at the other people sitting at the table. Jace, Daniel’s best friend, wore his usual frown. I’d been here for six months and I’d never seen that guy smile once. Gabriel sat right across from me—he was Mr. Molton’s younger brother and Daniel’s uncle. The rest of the people sitting at the table had been with the family for at least ten years and had proven their loyalty to them countless times.

All except for me. It was unheard of for someone to be only part of the gang for six months and already be sitting in during the top-secret meetings.

I heard the whispers that followed me around the house. I knew what people said about me. They thought that Mr. Molton was making a mistake in trusting the young, doe-eyed girl. But in the short time I’d been here, I’d proven how much my street and book smarts could help Mr. Molton and his businesses.

Daniel was spearheading the ‘Don’t Trust Audry’ campaign. As long as his father kept me around, I honestly didn’t care what his son thought.

The funny thing was that Daniel was one-hundred percent correct. No one in the Molton Family should trust me.

Soon, I would take them all down and slit Mr. Molton’s throat with a smile on my face.

After the meeting was over, I was in the grand entryway, grabbing my jacket off the coat hanger. As I put on my burnt orange jacket, I glared around at all the expensive things in the Molton’s mansion, from the crystal ball on the wooden table to the white porcelain tile I was standing on.

I could never live on their property like most of the members. The Molton’s liked to pretend they weren’t corrupt like the rest of the gangs on the streets of Detroit, but I knew deep down they were.

They bought all these possessions with blood money.

I walked over to the wooden front door, but before I could open it, a voice came from behind me.

“Leaving so soon, Audry?”

Daniel Molton. I would recognize that deep, silky voice anywhere.

I turned around and fixed a small smile on my face. I walked to where he was leaning against the staircase banister. I studied him, gauging his mood. The leader’s son was undeniably handsome. He had dark brown eyes, short black hair, and a bit of facial hair that made him look more manly, if that was even possible. Daniel spent a lot of his time in the home gym and it showed. He had a muscular yet lean frame. I had to incline my head to talk to him because he was freaking tall, a fact that pissed me off.

I stood closer to him than a conversation warranted because I wanted him to know I wasn’t intimidated by his presence.

“Some of us aren’t lucky enough to live in this beautiful home, Daniel. I do have to go home at some point,” I told him sweetly.

His eyes tightened, but he controlled his expression. “If I’m not mistaken, my father has offered you a room in the manor, has he not?”

Damn it, how did he know about that?

“My lease on my apartment isn’t up until next year,” I responded with a shrug.