The cart continued on.
The trees on either side of the path thinned. Then, the soft orange glow of the clinic's exterior lights appeared through the branches up ahead and the path widened as my driver slowed for the bend.
Hiro sighed. “Who do you think Kiko’s twins will belong to?”
I smiled. “Hopefully you.”
Hiro glared at me. “That’s fucked up, brother.”
“You had Kiko more than me.”
“Yeah, but you’re the Dragon. Your sperm could be stronger than mine.”
“I doubt it.”
Reo spoke, “And there is the possibility of others, including. . .the Fox.”
I tensed.
Hiro eyed me. “Could she have fucked the old man?”
“She wanted absolute power. I could see that being a possibility.”
“Then, the twins would be our brothers.”
“They would.”
“We couldn’t kill them.”
“Of course not.”
“But we can kill her?”
“As soon as she bothered my Tiger, a ticking expiration tag went to her.”
“OurTiger.”
I rolled my eyes. “But how we kill her and when. . .must be handled just right.”
We took the bend.
The clinic came fully into view, and something looked odd.
I raised my eyebrows and Reo said what I was thinking. “There are no guards at the front door.”
Reo put his hand inside his jacket, took out his gun, and signaled the driver. "Go in slow."
Reo gestured to the guards in the cart.
The one in the back joined the one in the front.
Hiro was already sitting forward. All softness left his face as his gaze locked on the front of the clinic. "Some of her people and our people should be outside."
All of a sudden, screams erupted from inside the building.
Goddamn it.
The sounds were muffled by the clinic's walls but unmistakable. A woman was screaming and a man was shouting in Japanese. The words were too fast and too garbled to catch.
