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“I said it wasn’t him!” he shouts, and the churning in my gut feels just like the stormy sea that Malakai is evidently sailing on right now.
“What wasn’t him?” Beast bites out, stepping closer to the phone as if that will help make this conversation any clearer.
“The man you killed. It wasn’t the King!” he shouts, and for a moment all I hear is white noise, or maybe that’s just the sudden rush of blood to my head.
“The fuck?!” Beast exclaims, picking up the phone and shouting into it. “You’d better be fucking joking or I’m gonna reach into this phone and strangle your bastard neck!”
“Listen, I’m heading into a squall and the call might cut out at any moment, but I wanted to tell you as soon as I found out. You need to watch your back. This isn’t over.”
“What are you saying exactly?” I ask.
“The man you killed wasn’t the King. It wasn’t him,” he repeats, louder this time.
“Yes it was. I should know, I stabbed a seven inch knife into his fucking chest!” I reply, shaking my head in disbelief.
“Thatwasn’thim—”
“You’re making zero fucking sense, arsewipe!” Beast cuts in, losing his cool.
“Tell me this, was the man you stabbed the same man your father did business with?”
“Yes,” I confirm. “Beast and I met him in person. The man I killed was the man who called himself the King, the same man we all ate dinner with, and who watched Beast kill my dad!”
“Then he’s had you fooled this whole time. The man you thought was the King wasn’t therealKing. He was his second in command. I should’ve known it wouldn’t have been that easy to kill him,” Malakai says, the line crackling with the storm, whilst my insides churn with its own cyclone.
“How do you know? You didn’t see the body. You said yourself you haven’t talked in person for years and that you only communicate via the fucking internet. How. Do. You. Know?” Beast repeats.
“Last night I spoke to someone who knows the King as well as I do…Fuck!” Malakai yells suddenly, and for a moment all we can hear is static.
“Is this really happening?” I ask, looking at Beast in disbelief.
“I don’t know. I don’t fucking know.”
“Are you still there?” Malakai says through the speaker half a minute later.
“Of course we are!” Beast asserts. “Explain. Now!”
“The person who talked to the King, go a long way back.”
“And who is this person exactly?” I ask.
“His brother.”
Beast runs a hand through his hair. “The King has a brother?”
“Two,” Malakai says.
“And his brother told you about this conversation because…?”
“Because we’re family. Because the King is my cousin. Because not only do I want him dead, so do his brothers.”
“You’re his cousin?Jesus.”
“Yes,” Malakai confirms. “The King is alive and well, and he isn’t happy that he was outsmarted by agirl. His words, not mine.”
Snatching up the phone, I squeeze it tightly in my hand. “Alive and well,where?”
“We don’t know. He’s very good at hiding,” Malakai says.
