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“You were pregnant the night of the accident?” Xan says. I flick my gaze to him to see a horrified look on his face. Tay reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder but he shakes it off before storming out of the room. I don’t have it in me to deal with his pity party right now, I’ve got too much on my mind and can barely process everything I have just learned.
“I’m so sorry.” Lake hiccups. Pushing her back, I bend down and grip her face between my hands as I swipe away her tears with my thumbs. The shattered look in her eyes spears me.
“You did nothing wrong?—”
She shakes her head as she reaches up to grip my forearms. “I killed our baby and I can’t even fucking remember it! I don’t even remember you! I deserve everything my father did to me, what kind of mother forgets about their fucking child—” I stop her hysterical rambling.
“None of this is your fault. I read everything, Lay. Your father did this to us. Giovani, Roberto, Percy and Karl are going to fucking pay for what they took from us.” I vow.
“Knox, we can’t kill Karl,” Taylan says. I cut a glance to him.
“You think I’m going to let that fucker live?”
“You can’t kill him without proof. We need solid evidence that he had something to do with what happened to Wave, River and Lake… without it we start a war we can’t win.”
“I’m not waiting–”
“You won’t have to.” He cuts in, then says, “I got a message from King, the meeting with the heads of the families is set for two days’ time. We go to the meeting, get a read on Karl and if he does anything, we go to the others and tell them.” I mull over his words for a second before turning back to Lakeland. Her eyes are filled with fire and pride swells inside me at that look.
“You ready for what comes next?” I ask her, this is the only chance she is going to get to say if she wants in on the war that is to come.
“I want them all to pay for what they took from us.”
Unable to contain my smile at her reply, I nod and look back at Tay. “Get Xander and the men ready to fly to Switzerland, we meet with the heads and then we go to war against my father and uncle.”
We all sit around the table. The fucking thing is round so no one is able to be seated at the head of the table, giving us the illusion that we are all equals here. There are no weapons allowed in this gothic style church that serves as our meeting ground, only the leaders and their seconds are allowed in here. I ignored that rule when I dragged Lake inside. I felt Karl’s beady eyes on us the whole time but ignored the cunt. I know Xander is on edge and if Karl makes one wrong move, Xan is going for his jugular.
Ian, the leader of the English sits while his four seconds stand behind him, Andreas and three of his men sit while four others stand behind them representing the Russian’s, the Irish cunt sits with four of his men seated on either side of him and three stand at attention behind him. Costa, the leader of the Greeks sits while his two men stand behind him. Bishop and his four brothers plus his brother-in-law sit with his man Luka standing behind them but it’s the sight of Royal, Chaos and Chanel with a man standing behind her that holds my attention. They are all young, around my age, but the fact a woman sits at this table as a leader is fucking awe inspiring. Karl, Ian and Costa will be hating it.
Switzerland puts all of us on equal ground, this is the one country no one runs. It’s not through lack of trying, anyone who has tried to take over this country has been pushed out by all of the families currently claiming a seat at this table. I must stare at Chanel too long because her father and the man standing behind grunt and growl in my direction. I raise my hands and smile.
“I meant no disrespect, Murelo. I’m just honored to be alive to see a woman claim a seat at our table for the first time as a leader.” Chanel smirks and winks at me, I can’t help but grin at the badass.
“Now you’ve seen it you can look elsewhere,” the guy standing behind her sneers. It’s obvious in the way that he stands directly behind her and how he grips the back of her seat that they are together. The fact he is able to stand behind his woman and not feel inferior is a fucking testament to him.
“You allow your men to speak out of turn?” Karl the dirty fucking mutt asks.
Royal shakes his head. “He isn’t my man, he’s hers and if you try to silence him you will learn why we call her Sin.”
“Noted, young Murdoch,” Karl answers but it appears Royal doesn’t approve of being called out as young.
“We’re here and kept our word to introduce all the families to the Memento Mori, is there anything else?” Bishop says directing all our attention back to him.
“Yes,” Ian answers. “The war between you and the Albanians has caused setbacks for us. Our shipments have stopped and with them out we no longer have a supplier.” Well sucks to fucking be them, dumbasses should never have gotten into business with the Albanians, they have too many enemies.
“Your shipments will continue.” All eyes turn to Royal. “Constance will now be running the arms shipments under our guidance. The price for the firearms will remain the same but the contract you had with Halil will be changing.”
“You do not dictate the terms, boy, the Albanians weren’t yours to take out–”
Chaos cuts Ian off. “Yes, the fuck they were. Those cunts took the life of my brother, they’re fucking lucky we stopped at killing just them and didn’t go after their fucking families!”
“And the feds that were killed, that brought a lot of heat on your family,” Andreas adds.
“My son had nothing to do with that,” Knight snaps. “I will not apologize—my wife and I took the lives of the survivors from that day. You want to argue over heat from the feds and the loss of Halil, come at me. I’m right fucking here and ready to go to war with any of you if you so much as show me an ounce of disrespect over avenging my fucking son!” Everyone in the room lowers their heads in a show of respect for the loss Knight Murdoch suffered, no one should have to lose a child.
“No one will take action against your family, you were within your rights to avenge the death of your son, Knight,” I say with conviction, daring any of these other fucks to argue against me. Before the Murdoch’s arrived we all agreed that no one would take action against the family.
“I say you should have taken the families out,” Costa adds. The Greeks do things differently to the rest of us, they keep everything to do with their family hidden and never disclose any information to outsiders. They are a wildcard in this little peace treaty we have going on.
