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“Fuck you! How would you feel if it was Royal or what if it was Destiny?” I round the corner to find Rook facing off against our brothers, Gage and Bishop. I spot Ally, Vin, and Car across the room with Unique and Nytress tucked into each of their aunt's sides. Vin shoots me a look, urging me to get my twin under control. Stepping forward, I cut in front of Gage and Bishop, keeping my back to them. Rook’s eyes narrow in warning but I ignore it as I reach out cautiously and place my hands on top of his shoulders.
“You have my word, brother, we will deal with these cartel scum.” His nostrils flare. “We will never allow them to come close to our nieces, I swear to you–”
“They can’t take them, Knight. I won’t let my daughters suffer the same way I did… I won’t survive that shit.” Pain blooms inside my chest at the reminder of what he went through all those years ago. The scars of his past still linger and the only one who is able to bring him back from the brink of despair is his wife. The imploring look in his eyes guts me, and anger begins to boil inside me as the memory of how helpless I felt at that time comes to the surface. I never want to feel that way again.
I won't fucking allow that shit to happen again!
“I’d burn the whole fucking country to the ground before I let any cunt near my nieces,” I seethe.
“No one will ever touch them, brother, you have my fucking word!” The conviction in which Bishop says that alerts us all to the fact he means what he says. “I love my son, but I also love each of these fucking kids like they are my own. Do not ever question that shit again because I would lay down my life for any of them in a fucking heartbeat.”
Rook takes a shuddering breath and tries to calm himself down. I shoot a look at King telling him without words to get Clare.
“I want them dealt with, but until that time I want ‘round the clock security patrolling the grounds, none of the kids or the girls go anywhere without at least two men.” Bishop nods his agreement.
“What about Chanel, Royal and the twins?” comes from Vin. Fuck, the four of them are away at college in Nevada. Usually, Amelia would be away as well but she is about to graduate and is home with us.
“They will be here in a couple of days, no need to alarm them. The four of them are already stirring up trouble and won’t allow anyone to get the jump on them.” A sense of pride washes over me. My boys are fucking tough. I knew they wouldn’t listen to their uncle and hold off. Bishop may try to jerk the leash he thinks his son wears but the truth is, Royal already started making moves behind his father’s back years ago.
* * *
Watching Chaos and Havoc in their element playing ball brings a smile to my face. It still shocks me twenty years later that I am lucky enough to call them mine. These two never stop making me proud. I know Chaos wants to go pro and I’m all for that but Havoc, I see myself in him and I can tell there is a darkness that clings to my son. Royal, Chanel, Destiny, Nytress and Unique play alongside their cousins in the backyard tossing the ball around.
“He got an offer.” I pull my gaze from my boys and look up at my wife as she tries to sit in the seat beside me but a growl tumbles from my lips. Smirking, she quirks a brow and perches on my lap where I lock my arms around her waist and breathe her in. Fuck, even after all these years she still gets me fucking hard without even trying. She leans back and rests her head against my shoulder as she watches our boys in their element. “Chaos got an offer.” I tense beneath her.
“Why do you sound so uncertain? Isn’t that what he wants, to be drafted?” One thing about my wife is that she will murder anyone on her best day but fuck with her boys, she will peel the fucking skin from your flesh and smile as she does it.
“Havoc won’t cope without him.” Gripping her chin I turn her to face me. Her eyes say what she isn’t, she’s worried about our son.
“What’s really going on, killer?”
“You know that they aren’t waiting for Bishop to hand things over to Royal anymore, right?” Frowning down at my girl, I shake my head.
“What are you saying, baby?”
“You heard about the heirs to the other families going missing and corrupt politicians that just vanished?”
“Yeah…” I let my sentence trail off, not sure where the fuck she is going with this shit.
“Playboy, open your eyes and think about it for a moment. The heir to the Columbian cartel went missing three weeks ago from Nevada and now, they are sending threats our way because they think it was us.” I search her gaze for a moment, trying to figure out what she is meaning and then it clicks. My brows raise as I look from her to the twins and then back again.
“Memento Mori…” I breathe out, finally putting the piece of the puzzle together. Her eyes bore into mine.
“They have no idea that I know. They came back earlier because Ally told them about the girls. It was their first fuck up…”
“What was the second, baby?” I urge her.
“The calling cards they leave behind. The four of them have always loved playing since they were younger, it’s only fitting that be their sign.” I look at my twins and then at my only nephew before finally settling on my sister's only kid, seeing them all in a new light. We thought they weren’t ready, and tried to shield them from the harsh reality of this life and what it holds for them. We should've known better.
Royal is exactly like Bishop, Chanel is equal parts her mother and father, and Havoc and Chaos are so different yet so similar. Chaos may look more like me but he is his mother through and through. Havoc, he’s exactly like me. I see the same darkness that used to cling to me in his eyes. I don’t know why that look is there but it has worried me since he turned seventeen. I know something happened but the four of them are so close none of them would dare break his trust and tell us.
“They are the Memento Mori and their calling is the cards. The cartel is after us because they think they took out the heir of their family.” I stare at her in disbelief. “They are smarter, stronger, wiser and I dare say more ruthless than their parents. The four of them are going to rule this fucking world and I pray for mercy for anyone who stands in their way.”
My wife has never spoken truer words.
* * *
Gage, King, Rook, Vincent and I all stand in Bishop’s office, while the Don sits behind his desk with a strained look on his face.
