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“Because, he is from the biggest crime family in Columbia and they are declaring war on us.” I know Uncle Bishop is trying to catch Royal slipping but he won’t, he’s too smart for his own good sometimes.
“If I had the little bitch I would. I mean, if you want you can fly out to UNLV and check my dorm where I stash all the bodies of my victims. Or, you could check Sin’s and the twins' rooms, because that’s where I hide all our plans and the arsenal of weapons I get sent in from Aunt Anya’s friend in Russia.”
“That’s enough. He said he didn’t do it, Bishop,” Aunt Kiara says, then turns to face her son. No matter what he does or says his mother never looks at him with anything but love in her eyes. I envy that. “You need to be telling the truth right now, Royal. If you’re not, we are about to go to war with a family who has been stalking us and sending pictures of your little cousins to your father.” Royal’s face slackens. I gulp and the twins tense but none of us say a word.
“I didn’t have anything to do with whatever happened to that kid, Mom. Ask Sin and the twins.” Aunt Kiara darts her gaze to the twins, they both shake their heads. She looks to me next and I smile reassuringly, shaking my head, backing my cousin. I’ll never not have his back.
She smiles sadly then steps into my cousin and rests her hand flat against his chest as she looks up into his eyes. “I gave you life. I raised you to be who you are and everything you will become.” Royal frowns and looks at his father who seems just as confused as him. “You may think you are slick and can hide shit from me… and you did until I looked at your cousins. You tensed for a split second and gave yourself away.” I force myself to remain calm and show no emotion on my face. I peek at the twins and see them doing the same. Royal keeps his cool and the frown in place.
“Mom, you’re wrong—”
She cuts him off. “Maybe, except the entire time you have been standing here watching your father and answering his questions, I’ve been watching Chanel.” My eyes widen in surprise. I feel my dad’s stare boring into the side of my head. Aunt Kiara flicks her gaze to me and smiles. “You, my dear, are a force like your mother. I see it in your eyes, my dear niece. If Bishop had tried anything you would have fought for my son, which is why the moment the cards were mentioned, I looked to you.”
“What?” I breathe out.
“They were your idea. Royal wouldn’t have been able to pull any of that off without your help. I know that and so does he. Which is why I am asking you, as his mother, to help me save my son from going to war with the Vargas cartel.”
I look at Royal who remains stoic and unmoving. I know his tells though. The slight crinkle in his left eye tells me to deny everything his mother is saying and not own up to shit.
“I’m sorry, Aunt Kiara, I don’t know what you’re talking about—”
Before I can finish my mother cuts in, “Chanel, now is the time to be truthful. Your family needs your help.”
I can’t contain the snort that comes out as I look across the room to my mother who stands between her twin brothers. “That’s rich coming from you.”
“Chanel!” my father warns, but I ignore him.
“No, she wants me to be perfect and run away from my family and yet, she stands there claiming they need my help?”
The front door slams open drawing all our attention to Luka and four other guards entering the room. Uncle Bishop and Royal immediately place themselves in front of my aunt without thought and I fucking love thatthatis their first reaction.
“Boss,” Luka states.
“What is it?” Uncle Bish demands.
“We need to move on the Vargas cartel. They just blew the cargo ship that was docked there up.” Everyone begins to shout and bark orders. Uncle Bishop leads my father and uncles out of the room with his men following close behind him. The power that rolls off him is addicting. I look back to my cousin to see the longing in his eyes, he wants to be a part of the action but until his father views him as an equal, he’s stuck out here trying to prove himself worthy to his father, just like I am.
Vincent
We all standaround Bishop’s office as Luka plays the video he was sent of the Colombians blowing up one of the ships that was bringing in the guns. We had a deal with them, we traded some of the guns we got from Russia if we got some of theirs, plus we would also help them ship their coke through Anya’s method that she still refuses to share with any of us.
“They just declared war.” Bishop’s ominous tone fills the room with a sense of dread but there is also excitement tinged with that. It’s been a minute since any of us have had to use our skill sets, and I for one am ready to get back in the field and hit a target.
“So, does that mean we’re giving up on trying to find their kid?” Rook asks from his place on the sofa next to King.
“We’re way past making a truce now,” Gage answers from his spot against the far wall. Knight stands next to me nodding his agreement.
“How long ago was that video taken?” King asks Luka.
“Twelve hours ago, so twenty minutes after it docked,” he answers.
“We’re not going to get an honest answer out of the kids on the whereabouts of the heir, so we need another plan now,” Knight announces from next to me.
“We need to go to Colombia and take the fuckers out,” Lennox, one of Bishop's men, growls.
“No, dumbass,” I snarl. The fucker shoots me a glare, but the moment the barrel of Bishop’s gun is shoved into the side of his head, his face pales.
“That’s my brother-in-law you are looking at like that. Remember your fucking place or the next time you do that, your place will be six feet fucking deep, got it?” The weasel gulps and nods, then takes a step back the moment Bishop drops his gun back to his desk and looks at me. “What do you have in mind?”
