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“Baby, I didn’t––” The princess cuts Bishop off.
“You touch a single fucking hair on my baby’s head––”
“He’s not a baby, he’s twenty!” Bishop defends.
“Fucking try me, Bishop, you try to punish him or threaten to take away his birthright again and I will chop your fucking dick off!” Bish smiles and shakes his head.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he says in a tone that has me scrunching my face up in disgust.
“Don’t try to butter me up.” Eww, Kiara sounds fucking breathy.
“Is it working?” Before she can answer a loud boom sounds from the left side of the plane, alarms blare as the plane dips to the left and we are thrown about the cabin.
“The plane is on fire!” Vincent shouts. I peer out the window on his side as I grip the armrest of my chair, smoke is billowing out of the wing. Before anyone else can say a word another boom sounds out but from the right. The plane takes a nosedive and sends me sailing forward toward the cockpit door, I’m too slow to put my arms to break the fall and smack my head. Everything goes black.
* * *
I groan, blinking my eyes open as pain radiates throughout my whole body. I sit up and push pieces of debris off me. When I lift the food trolley off my leg I cry out in pain. Fuck! A bone sticks out of the side of my leg. I can’t fucking move so I dart my gaze around the wreckage to try spot my brothers, but can’t see them.
“Bishop?” I yell. “Knight, King, Gage, Vincent? Where the fuck are you?” I keep shouting their names for what feels like hours but is mere minutes until I hear someone call back.
“Rook?” Relief rushes through me at the sound of my twin's voice.
“Knight, I’m over here!” I almost fucking cry at the sight of him walking around the plane's tail, well limping. His shirt is torn and he looks fucking banged up but at least he’s able to stand.
“Knight, Rook?” I sag at the sound of King’s voice.
“Over here!” I call back, and when I see him and Vin walking toward us from the trees in the marshlands I sigh. King has his arm wrapped around Vin as he helps him to walk toward me. We all share a look as we stand––well, I sit. “Where’s Bishop?” I ask hesitantly.
“Right fucking here!” I snap my head and look over my shoulder to see my brother limping toward us, his face littered with cuts, his suit torn and his arm looks hurt but he’s alive and that’s all that matters. He pats me on the shoulder as he gives King, Vin and Knight a hug. “Where the fuck is Gage?” he asks. I shake my head. He curses before he and Knight help me to my feet, I grit my teeth through the pain as we slowly hop along and make our way around the other side of the plane. Everything inside me stills at the sight of my brother on his knees clutching his stomach as blood pours from his wound.
“Gage!” I shout. His pale face lifts to me and the look of fear in his eyes has a lump forming in my throat. Men in suits surround him with guns trained on us and him. Bishop pushes me into Knight as he steps forward and morphs from worried brother to the Don of the Murdoch fucking mafia.
“Do you have any idea who you just fucking shot?” His tone is cold and devoid of all emotion but I can tell from how taut his muscles are that he is worried as fuck. We are all injured and have no weapons, we’re sitting fucking ducks here. A guy with short-cropped hair and pale as fuck blue eyes step forward, buttoning his jacket. The dude looks so familiar but I can’t place where I know him from.
“I know exactly who I shot. By the looks of things your brother doesn’t have long before his lungs fill with blood and he drowns in it.” Bish growls and steps forward, only pausing when the sound of guns cocking halts him.
“You’re going to die for this,” Bishop snarls, then turns to look at our brother who is turning white as a sheet. “On my honor, you will not fucking die. I won’t allow it, do you hear me?” Bish’s words seem to spark some life into Gage, he nods and tries to hide his pain.
“He and all of you will die. Then your son will sign over what was rightfully mine.” At the mention of Royal, Bishop stands taller and the tension bleeds out of his body. He and his son may fight, but Bishop would start World War III for his son in a heartbeat. No one fucks with his kid and lives to talk about it. “My name is Chance Bennett, and I am the only living relative of your wife and son.”
Fuck, that’s when it hits me.
“You’re the governor of Florida?” He smiles brightly and nods.
“I am. Now, if you want your son and wife to remain breathing, you’ll do as I say.”
“What the fuck do you want?” Knight snarls.
“The six of you are getting on the next plane to Siberia. While I deal with my precious little cousin.” I stiffen, anyone who gets sent to Siberia never comes back. It's a place worse than any prison, that place makes living with Tony Murdoch seem like a vacation. A dark chuckle escapes Bishop, the sound of it has Knight tensing beside me.
“Ship us away, do whatever you want but just know this… You may think my son is weak and uneducated in this life but I warn you now, Royal is worse than I ever was. He was trained by the best to hack, hunt and play the long game. Unlike me, my son isn’t ruled by emotions so be ready because you will never see him coming until it’s too late.”
Bishop
The six ofus are loaded into the backs of their SUV’s. I fight against these cunts to get to Gage as he’s slumped in two of the bastards' holds. Vin rushes one of the guards and manages to get to Gage but before he can do more, a shot rings out. My eyes widen in horror as he crashes to the ground. I thrash in the cunts hold and manage to shake one of them off but the other pushes the barrel of his gun into the back of my head.
“Vincent?” I roar. Four guys in suits rush over and grab each of his arms and legs and carry him over to the same car as Gage. I have no idea if he is alive or not. I watch as their car drives off. Knight and Rook are shoved into another car that follows behind Vin and Gage’s, King and I are placed in the same car as Chance. Two guards sit behind us with their guns pressed firmly into the backs of our heads. Chance rides shotgun as one of his bitch boys drives and follows behind the other two cars.
