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“The rumors are true then?” A look of fear overcomes his features, which confuses me. I have shot the man eight times and not once did this look cross his face, until I mentioned the calling cards.
“What rumors?” I hedge.
“Word on the street is there’s a new crew in town. They call themselves theMemento Mori, bringers of death or some shit.” I bristle but remain silent. “They say they hand out cards to people they plan to kill. Johnny heard they took out the KP of the Vargas Cartel, then made the Governor disappear.”
“Who are they?” my dad asks, speaking for the first time since entering Micha’s apartment. The waste of space is smart enough to keep his eyes on me and not look at my dad as he speaks.
“No one knows for sure. Some say the son of Bishop Murdoch is the Don of the crew but then some say it’s some new guy on the scene.” I make a mental note to call Royal and alert him to the fact people are looking into who we are.
“Well, let me tell you a secret,” I say quietly and lean in. He does the same, well as far as his restraints will allow. “My name is Chanel Murelo and I am the underboss to the Don of theMemento Mori.” He reels back and stares down at me with utter shock and fear in his eyes. That look right there is what I have been chasing my whole life. I want my name alone to inspire fear and from the look on Micha’s face, I’m paving my way for that to be a thing.
“If I tell you, you gonna let me go, right?” He looks between me and my dad before settling his gaze on me.
I smile and nod. “Of course, Micha. I’m not a total savage, ya know?” A pained chuckle escapes him.
“I don’t got a direct line on Halil, but his second, Omar, is in town taking care of a problem.”
“What problem?” I push.
“Turns out one of Halil’s stash houses got raided a while back and one of his distros is the brother to some fed.”
“That so?” he nods his head eagerly.
“This ain’t just some ordinary fed though, this fed has infiltrated a shit load of cartels and no one can find anything on theDraugur.”
“Draugur?” I query.
“It meansghostin Icelandic. It’s what everyone has been calling him, until now.”
“You know who he is?” A vicious smile graces his pained face.
“Yes. Halil and Omar are going to make him pay for ruining everything they set into motion. They already killed one of his brothers and now they are going after anyone else he holds near. Omar is already tailing him–” I’ve heard enough, I lift the gun and put a bullet between his eyes.
“Chanel!” My dad chastises me. I ignore him as I pull my card from the pocket of my jeans, drop it on his lap, before rushing out of there with my dad hot on my heels. I need to warn Kacey. Call me crazy but not even me, the queen of being cold and unfeeling, can allow his innocent family to be murdered.
KACEY
Standing in the morgue looking down at my brother's body feels… surreal.
I can’t explain it, I know I am here physically but my mind can’t fathom the fact that I am actually standing here staring at my older brother’s lifeless body. The last time I saw him, he was hurling insults at me and swearing that he would never speak to me again for arresting him, that he would hate me till I die.
Guilt swirls inside me.
I feel Benny place a hand on my shoulder, offering his silent support. I hear him, Ro and X all speaking but I can’t make out a single word as I stare down at my brother. Memories of us growing up and being closer than ever flash through my mind. Marcus was my hero, I wanted to grow up and be just like him. I made sure that no one would be able to trace his relationship to me. There were no loopholes, my entire existence as his brother was erased. I know for a fact Marcus would never have disclosed this information to anyone. Someone ratted my brother out.
I swear on everything in this fucking world that I won’t stop until I find out who the fuck did this to you, brother.
I vow this silently. Leaning down, I press my forehead to his cold one and close my eyes. “I’m so sorry, brother,” I whisper, before turning and stalking out of that morgue, with my friends hot on my heels.
“Where the hell are you going?” X asks as he catches up to me. I ignore him as I burst through the exit doors and head for my car. I don’t say anything as I slide behind the wheel of my Camaro and start the engine. The three of them climb in. I grip the steering wheel in a vice like grip and slowly turn my head toward Ro who sits shotgun.
“Get. Out,” I snarl.
“We ride together, always,” he says in a firm tone.
I shake my head. “I’m going off book. My oath went out the fucking window the moment our mole snitched on my brother.”
“What are you saying, Kace?” Benny asks from the seat. I slowly turn to face my partner.
