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“Okay,” he said once he backed out. “You’re safe. Now talk.”
I did. I told him everything. Out of everyone left in my life, Kai was the best trusted, the most understanding, the one who could help me figure out what to do to get Theo back.
“Are you fucking out of your goddamned moronic stupid mind?” Kai yelled once I was finished.
“Not the reception I was hoping for,” I mumbled.
My voice sounded dry. I fumbled around for a bottle of water, which I knew Kai often had on hand due to his many stakeouts—some mandatory, most being annoying—and found an unopened bottle that had rolled under my seat.
“What were you expecting? A high-five? You left adead bodyin a mafia safe house.”
“Which they’ll assume was a mafia hit. I cleaned up, don’t worry.”
Kai dared an exasperated glance up at the car’s roof. “He’s American, Scar. This is going to come back—”
“To the Saxons. It’s their problem, now. Add it to their list of transgressions.”
“This is bad. Like, really. We have to loop Chenko in and I’m not sure if you can get out of this without charges…”
“He tried to kill me, Kai.”
“I know. Jesus Christ, I know.” He squeezed the wheel, so hard I saw the bones of his knuckles. “When you boarded that plane with Sax, we had a clear plan in mind. Get the two of them in the same room together. Press the necklace’s button. Send in the troops. That was it.”
“We left out an important problem,” I said.
“Yeah?” he responded, somewhat angrily. “And what’s that?”
“Humanity.”
Tendons in Kai’s cheek stood out.
“What went on in London … it was unpredictable. We didn’t considerother people.Rada, Drea, this duke’s son, Bo … Trace. I kept in front of it as much as I could, but their actions preceded mine. I’m convinced Trace knew, the entire time, where Theo and I were. And he had the plan to get his brother all along.”
“But why?”
“That’s where I hit a roadblock. I don’t know. And considering there’s a hit on me, why didn’t Trace take it? He had all the chance in the world to take me out, and instead, he played cat-and-mouse with us. It’s almost like their father had one agreement with Theo, and another with Trace. Like Gordon Saxon was playing them against each other for pure entertainment in order to see who would end up on top.”
“Wouldn’t surprise me.”
“Not to mention, why did the king Saxon put a price on my head? What was I doing that angered him so much he wanted me dead?”
“Uh, let’s see. You broke a major drug trafficking scheme spearheaded by his favorite son, Trace Saxon.”
“That was a couple of years ago. He’s holding that much of a grudge?”
“And instead of dyingthenlike you should have—in his mind—you went on to become a major player in underground poker.”
“Never in his houses. I made sure of that.”
“Fine. Next transgression—you scattered both his sons to the wind. Heirs he’d been grooming since they had diapers strapped over their dicks. When grown, both were damaged by his unfatherly ways, yet carefully honed into taking over an illegal empire. And when you made them fugitives, all Papa Saxon was left with was … who? The youngest brother? What’s his name? I’m always forgetting.”
“Ward. Are you saying he’s blaming me for the break-up of his heirs? He’s the asshole pitting them against each other!”
“You think he sees it that way?”
“How’s my death going to benefit him? I’m a little piece of nothing, swimming around in his ocean like an … empty plastic bottle.”
“That will never disintegrate.”
