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“Which makes it a good place for her enemies to get up to something under her nose,” Sienna said. “She doesn’t have a reason to go out there.”
“How do we know that’s what the note means? Getting up to shit at nine o’clock. An address and a time doesn’t tell us anything.”
“It tells us almost everything,” Sunny said. “Grant didn’t give him the note to pass onto Nana. Our bald friend will be at this place at this time. The only thing we don’t know is if it’s tonight, tomorrow, or another night. I’ll be there every night until he shows up. Then I’ll take him.”
“Sunny, what if that’s the time and place for the weekly meeting of the assassins’ club? Whatever a guy like him is doing in an empty warehouse at night can’t be good.”
“What if Marty follows him instead?” Sienna spoke up. “See where he goes. Where he lives. You could have your chat with him there.”
Sunny and River answered at once.
“Not a good idea.”
“Wouldn’t do that.”
“A killer’s home is the last place you want to ambush him,” Sunny explained. “Because he’s the only one in the room who knows where all the weapons are hidden.”
“Good point,” Sienna muttered.
“And anyone following him is at risk if he notices,” River added. “It’s not worth it. Sunny’s right on this one. The smarter play is to let this guy come to him.”
“Let’s go.” Sunny took my hand. “We don’t have a lot of time to get ready for tonight. Delaney, you held up your end, I’ll hold up mine. Be at the arcade tomorrow morning.”
River stopped me with a hand on the arm. “And I’ll see you Friday morning.” He said it like a statement, but it was a question.
Should I go out with him on Friday? Why stay in this pattern any longer where he refuses to open up and I disappoint myself waiting for something to change?
He stroked the soft, sensitive flesh of my elbow. “I want to tell you everything, Kenzie. I honestly do. When the time is right, I will. I just don’t know when that’ll be. I don’t get to decide. Does that make sense?”
My mother and all the things I hadn’t told River about my past floated between us. “Yes,” I said. “I guess it does.”
“Don’t give up on me yet.”
His smile was so wide and beautiful, my knees went weak. “Friday,” I said, unable to stop myself. “We’ll meet you at the park.”
“I’ll meet you at the Fairfield and we’ll walk together,” River corrected. “Years on the streets haven’t pounded all the manners out of me yet.”
“Friday.” I fell into his hug. He made it so impossible to stay mad at him.
I finally tore myself away and met up with Sunny and Sienna downstairs.
“Sunny, are you sure about this?” I kept my voice low. “The only thing we know about this guy is he’s a killer. He’s not someone you meet alone in an empty warehouse.”
“I won’t be alone. For one night only, the Savage Princes get the band back together. Looks like you’ll get to see us in action even sooner than you thought.”
Chapter Thirteen
Sunny
“We sure about this?” Bane loaded the magazine, aiming the gun at his television.
His apartment was hands down the best in the compound. Antique weapons covered every spare inch of wall. Our parents built the collection, then gifted it to Bane when they moved. It expanded with his buys, and soon, with his own creations—creating a paradise of swords, hammers, bows, arrows, guns, rifles, and a scimitar. With that for decoration, we forgave him the single table, chair, couch, and one full bed in a four-bedroom apartment.
“You didn’t read the note, Delaney did,” Bane said. “He could’ve lied about what it said. Wouldn’t be the first time he’s sent us in the wrong direction.”
“He didn’t lie.” My fingers skimmed the knife collection, the now constant pain in my back twisting my muscles as I concealed them on my body.
“How can you be sure?” Liam stood still in the middle of the room. He didn’t put half the wall on his hip, or do more than slip an item from his locked nightstand to his pocket. Our oldest brother had a specific fighting style that clearly served him well. He was alive. The men that tried to kill him were not.
Hundred-percent success rate.
“Because Mackenzie Blaine trapped him under her spell long before she met any of us.”
Both of my brothers avoided my eyes. Interesting.
“She almost died in that blast with Tricky,” I continued. “River wouldn’t ruin our chance to beat that shit into a smear just to mess with us.”
Liam nodded, accepting this. “I’ll take lead.”
“Why? Because our sweet, sainted mother—let the heavens bless her—shoved you out before us?”
“Precisely.”
“When you going to stop pulling that card?”
“When it’s removed from my deck. In other words, after I’m dead.”
