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The drive is uneventful, and I’m pulling up to the guard house at just before three in the morning.
This isn’t the first time I’ve left in the middle of the night, so the security guard waves me through with a nod of his head and nothing more. I’ve thought about replacing him with one of my own, but the need hasn’t arisen yet.
Driving slowly, I make my way to the back of my hangar and pull into one of the parking spots.
I hesitate for just a moment before deciding to leave my gun in the glove box. Based on the information King found, I’m certain he’ll be alone. Just like I’m certain I’ll be able to handle him with my bare hands.
The overhead door is already open when I walk around to the front of the building. Sloan is already inside, getting my Cessna ready for flight.
Private jets are overrated. They’re ostentatious. And they require too many people. My plane is perfect for flying under the radar, figuratively speaking.
Sloan nods at me through the windshield, and I nod back.
I’ll double check his work, but he’s been around planes longer than I’ve been alive and has yet to mess up.
Exactly forty minutes after we hung up, King climbs the steps and boards the plane.
I wait until we’re rolling onto the runway before I look over at him in the co-pilot seat. “You know we’re going there to kill a guy, right?”
He snorts, running a hand down the front of his perfectly cut suit. “Giving the man a good view before he dies seems like a kindness.”
I might also be in a suit, but this is the one I’ve been wearing all day. He woke up andchoseto get dressed this way.
I shake my head. “You’re an idiot.”
King shifts in his seat, trying to get comfortable. “If you must know,mother, I have to go to brunch with Aspen and her husband after this. And I figured there’s a chance I won’t have time to go home betweenkilling a guyand French Toast.”
“Hmm.” He has a point. “I thought you hated your sister’s husband?” I ask, pushing down the throttle.
“I do,” King grunts. “But my hatred for him is overshadowed by my fear of her. And she’ll make my life hell if I don’t show.”
“God, you’re such a pussy.”
“Fine, whatever. Now shut up and pay attention to what you’re doing.”
“You suddenly afraid of flying?” I taunt. “I’m a good pilot and you know it.”
“Uh-huh.” He tightens his seat belt. “I also know what grades you got in physics, so don’t get all fucking cocky.”
An honest laugh rolls out of me as I pull back the yoke, the aircraft smoothly rising off the ground.
* * *
The sky is stilldark with night when we climb off the plane and onto the Fargo tarmac.
King makes a scene of stretching out his back when he unfolds from the plane, as he always does. Usually, it’s accompanied with a comment about how the aircraft is too small, or how I need to upgrade to areal plane. He knows I’m not in the mood for jokes right now though, as I use this time to prepare myself for what’s to come.
Reacting to aggression is one thing. But premeditated violence, that’s something else entirely.
I’m good at both.
King strides ahead to get a set of car keys from one of our local men. Sloan took care of everything we’d need on this end too.
I glance over, hearing snippets of their conversation, and notice the man standing in front of King keeps his eyes down. There’s a good chance that man has no idea who King is, but he’s smart enough to know that anyone traveling with me, in the middle of the night, is someone to be scared of.
King and I have separate lives, run separate careers, but in the underground, we rule together.
WeareThe Alliance.
