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My brows pinch together. “We must teach them early on. Touch Kinsey and die. Mess with Holly and pay. Try to screw us and be fucking annihilated.”
“Fuck yeah. Burn their shit down.” Enzo glowers at the windshield. Slowing the car at the booth, he rolls down the window.
I lean forward and look at the officer. “The hearse is ours too. We have a delivery to Platinum Shores.”
The patrolman glances at the hearse and nods, slapping the tracker sticker to the windshield. I reach out and peel it off, bringing it inside. Enzo stomps the throttle, peeling forward, leaving the booth in a cloud of smoke. The hearse follows behind us, not stopping. The relaxed laws for leaders of the Pack Regimes, regardless of region, make this easier.
Tapping his finger to the dashboard screen, Enzo turns on our visuals, viewing the hidden cameras installed around the car, giving us a view of the streets around us. We don’t usually drive what I’d describe as an incognito tank, but we have to be prepared since we’re entering a territory unannounced.
Desmeister: Platinum Shores got word you’re coming.
Me: Good.
Desmeister: Stay safe, brothers.
Me: Sending the declaration to the Pack Regimes now.
I click out of the text message and open the files with the signed documents of the transfer of power and all assets from our father to me, along with the evidence of the Platinum Shores crime—not regarding Holly and Kinsey but toward our father. We’d be in a more difficult position had the assholes not tried to murder King Winston.
I’m sure their leader would kill the two pack members if they weren’t already dead.
“Turn right at the next street.” I sit up straighter in my seat, my muscles bunching with my nerves. I know we have this handled, but it doesn’t get any less nerve-wracking. I have more than myself and my brothers to think about. Kinsey needs us to return without incident...or at least in one piece.
“Tell Jude to hustle. He’s letting too much space fall between us.” Enzo slows down, preparing to turn right.
A siren blares in the distance, and before I can see the police vehicle, I know it’s heading in our direction. I’m sure the Platinum Shores leader will try detaining us for some bullshit reason until they can come up with something to file against our notion for war.
“Pull over,” I snap, sending a message to my cousin Jude. I promised my aunt that I’d ensure his safety on the trip. He’s just turned of age to join our security personnel and be declared a beta for the Gilded Sands Pack, something my father had been putting off, knowing that Jude would be more loyal to me over him.
Me: J, get out. Leave the hearse. I’ll cover you.
Flinging the door open, I aim my gun, peering around as the sirens grow louder. I spot a man in a uniform sneaking from the alley just behind Jude. Without hesitation, I pull the trigger, shooting a warning shot.
Growling, I yell, “Stand down, or I won’t miss next time. We’re here as a courtesy to return the fallen members of the—”
The man aims, and a gunshot rings through the air. Jude ducks instinctively as the man stumbles and falls face-first to the ground. Enzo grumbles under his breath and smacks the roof of the car.
If it wasn’t for him, Jude would’ve been hurt. I shouldn’t have given the douchebag a warning.
Rushing forward, I yank Jude with me, covering him as a patrol car screeches around the corner, its red and blue lights flashing with its blaring sirens. I shove Jude into the backseat and hop in, slamming my palm on the dashboard.
“Drive, fucker!” I yell, tensing as Enzo fires his gun once more.
Plopping behind the wheel, Enzo stomps the throttle, screeching forward. I shoot out the window, firing at the tires, ensuring no one follows us. I toss the tracking sticker to the street, watching it flutter to the sewer. Annoyance crashes through me that I didn’t get to see the anger on the faces of the Platinum Shores Pack’s security personnel, but this isn’t over.
It will be soon.
I can already feel my power grow.
Platinum Shores will be ours.
***
“I’m sorry, Angelo. There is too much proof against you. Your accusations remain unfounded. We find it in your best interest to shed whatever grudge you hold against the Gilded Sands Pack and move on before it’s too late. Any further attacks will not be tolerated. We stand with King Wilder.” A leader from the Valley View Pack Regimes clicks off his camera with his final word. No region meeting has ever been so satisfying.
“Be grateful Saint Vista doesn’t demand restitution. I’d vote that the Calico Proper Pack Regimes give them your territory.” Another leader growls with his words and hangs up the video call.
“Actually, I’m rather fond of that idea.” One of the leaders from Calico Proper remains expressionless. “King Wilder, you have my approval to take what you see fit.”
