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“Woah now, no need to get all defensive boys. It was simply an observation.”
Kane steps forward, raising a hand to his men. It’s all a little to Hitler-y for me. “Put your guns down. My friend Malachi here is about to learn a bit about business.” The skinheads do as they’re told, lowering their guns, and stepping back in line. “I do in fact have your crates here, with the merchandise your uncle ordered.” He points at the four large pallets to his right. “But in these two other crates,” he adds, bringing forth two other pallets I hadn’t noticed before, “I have a bit of my own goods, and I’m finding myself in need of some help to get rid of them.”
Without giving him a chance to continue his spiel, I step forward, ready to prove to my uncle that I am more than capable of handling his business. More than his fucking lap dog, who is cowering behind me. “What’s in the crate?”
Kane laughs. “That’s something you don’t need to worry about. All I need you to do is to take it and deliver it. This belongs to Stephan Silver. He and I have recently gone into business together, and for reasons you shouldn’t worry yourself with, I cannot make the delivery myself.”
“Fine…”
“No,” Prophet objects.
Without turning to him, I raise my hand just as Kane did when he gave his men an order. “It’s not your decision to make. Zeke sent me, his own family, and left it all in my hands.”
An eerie smile creeps over Kane’s face and it should scare the fuck out of me. He is so content with this arrangement. I shouldn’t trust him. I’m not stupid enough to fall for whatever game he’s playing, but it’s about damn time I listen to the shit everyone around me has continuously reminding me of.
I’m worthy of becoming something in life, only it won’t be what they all expect from me. I won’t be a knight in shining armor. I’ll become a ruthless soldier in leather. I will prove to my old man that he didn’t ruin me beyond repair. He shaped me into a careless warrior who’s willing to go to whatever lengths to prove that he is worth more than the man who raised him.
“You have no idea what you’ve just done, Kai,” Prophet scoffs as Kane’s men load the crates into the van Carver drove here. “You’ve dipped your hands into his dirty bucket. Let’s hope for your sake, you one day can once again wipe them clean.”
I bump my shoulder into him as I turn, ignoring his brooding scowl. “Sometimes life calls for us to get our hands dirty, Prophet. Sometimes, no matter how hard we try, we can’t keep them clean. But sometimes, like this time now, it’s our own choice.”
I step out onto the street and toward the motorcycle Zeke gifted me when he inducted me into The Cobras. “I’ll catch you boys back at Killian’s. I’ve got somewhere I need to go first.”
