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“Cade’s kind of right,” Elliot chuckles.
Ethan puts a calming hand on Jade’s shoulder and leads her to the sofa. “Bad apology, indeed. But we still need to think about what’s happening with NSC. While you fuck Billie, her sister is fucking us too.”
“Real fucking deep,” Elliot nods.
“She kidnapped a guy we’d stolen from them. I can’t even imagine the sort of info they got out of him. We don’t even know if he’s alive,” Ethan carries on. “Not to mention, Xi and his guys raided one of our dealer’s houses.”
“It was a fucking massacre,” Elliot jumps back in. “Two of our guys died. They took all our supplies and that cop they bribed came right after them and arrested four Kings.”
“But you’re too busy sleeping with the enemy to know how bad it’s getting,” Jade concludes. She just had to add her grain of salt yet again.
The microwave beeps in the kitchen and I grab my meal before returning to the living room. I sit down and look at all of them before smiling.
“Thanks for the reports, the three musketeers. Rest assured, I’m not sleeping with the enemy anymore. Not that it would change anything anyway. I already knew all of that. The only reason we’re not retaliating is because we don’t have a leader at the moment. In case you haven’t noticed, Sawyer is breaking my balls since he thinks he should lead after my father, and my sister isn’t here to shut him up or take her rightful place.”
“What about you?” Ethan suggests low. “Why don’t you take his place?”
“Because this is not my life,” I say to him. “I was born into it, but I’m not staying. I don’t want any of this to be my fucking problem. All of this is temporary to me.”
“You wish it was,” Ethan retorts. “You’re here, Cade. You’re a King. You’re not in some nice town, in a nice high school, being a nice math teacher, and going home to your nice wife in your white picket fence property. You’re on the North Shore, and you’re part of a gang that has your name on it. Fucking act like it.”
Elliot opens a beer and falls back on the sofa. “How long until we can do something and actually fight back against motherfucking NSC?”
“I don’t know. I’m waiting for Kay to come back.”
“Well, maybe if Kay doesn’t want to be here, and you don’t want to be here, then Sawyer isn’t such a bad choice after all,” Jade suggests.
“Sawyer is a dumbass who doesn’t know shit about business. He cares about instilling terror, not making money.” The edge in my voice is hard to fight when I talk about the fucker. I don’t like him. Never have. He’s an opportunist, and he will step on anyone to get to his personal fame. “The Kings crew won’t last three months with him as a leader.”
I take a bite of my food and tilt my head to the side. “Don’t worry. I’ll talk to him, and we’ll think of something to start keeping NSC in place. I’m not worried about them. If they come for us, we will crush them.”
“Theyarecoming for us,” Jade snaps. “Open your fucking eyes.”
“Fine.” I stare at her and smile. The smile I know she hates, because she always says it gives her the creeps. “Then let’s crush them.”
We’re driving Jade’s car since mine is garbage, and Ethan’s is at the garage after being shot up by NSC. Crossing over into their territory, we go straight to the liquor store we know some of them hang by. Unsurprisingly, the two guys we’re looking for are in the parking lot, their backs against their car. One has his hands in his pockets, chilling without a care in the world, while the other is discreetly finishing a deal with a man, shaking hands as I’m assuming he’s passing the drugs over. The man leaves, and we approach with our car.
“What’re their names again?” I ask as Jade slows down just in front of them.
“Logan and Racer.”
“Racer?” I ask surprisingly.
She shrugs. “He races a lot.”
“The originality,” I deadpan. “Come on,” I tell Ethan and Elliot in the back.
We get out of the car and as soon as they see us, Logan goes for the back of his jeans. He doesn’t have time to pull out his gun since I’ve already punched him in the face with my knuckle duster. The rush of pleasure coursing through my veins is better than any fucking drugs they deal.
Violence is the ultimate pleasure. Controlling it makes me a god.
Ethan and Elliot are on Racer. One grabs his arms, tying his hands behind his back with zip ties, while the other puts a bag over his head. Logan is on the floor, curled into himself with his hands on his face. I grab him by the back of his shirt and drag him back up before punching again. He passes out in my arms, and we hurry to put them both in the trunk of the car. Elliot grabs Logan’s phone and passes it to me.
As soon as we’re on the road again, I find Xi’s number and text him.
Logan: Where are you? I need you.
The response comes a minute later.
