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“Fuck you,” I whisper into my wrist where the microphone is. Their laughter rings through my ear. There are so many people here dressed to the nines. I fucking hate wearing this tux but it’s not like I could get in here wearing jeans, a shirt and my Converse. So many known faces filter around the ballroom, noses in the air acting like their shit don’t stink. My phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and send the call to voicemail when I see it’s Owen calling. The guys and I have a hunch, and until I am proven wrong, I’m not wearing my badge. I took an oath and vowed to uphold it till death, but what happens when the ones you are supposed to trust betray you, and the ones you are sworn to take down become the ones you trust?
“The Godfather has arrived.” I roll my eyes, Benny is being fucking dramatic as always. I keep my eyes peeled for their entrance, trying to prepare myself for her arrival. No doubt in my mind she will be wearing a suit, leather pants or something like that. The moment Royal enters the banquet hall it’s like a hush falls over the room. Erika Vargas is tucked into his side protectively. Royal Murdoch is a beast of a man, towering over his girlfriend, making her seem almost fragile. I can tell from the way he angles his body in front of hers slightly, that he would take a knife to the heart for the girl. His eyes scan the room and the moment they land on me, a snarl pulls his upper lip back. Rika follows his gaze and her brows raise at the sight of me. “Do. Not. Come. In. Your. Pants.” I frown at Benny’s dumbass comment.
Erika smiles slyly as she pats her man on the chest, then pulls him to the side. I begin to bristle under the scrutiny of Erika and Royal’s gazes as they watch me. Havoc appears in the entrance and I’m surprised to see that he is even in a tux like Royal, the guy doesn’t strike me as the type to play dress up. He’s the fucking size of a silverback gorilla—broad shoulders and a permanent scowl that is always in place. He spots me and subtly lifts his hand to scratch his nose. I scoff when he uses his middle finger to do it. The fucker stares me down for a minute before stepping up next to Royal.
Does he ever smile?
“Xav, you or Ro need to snap a pic of this fucker’s reaction for me.” Benny’s voice comes through our coms and still I have no idea what this dick is talking about.
“Oh fuck.”
“He’s coming in his pants,” Ro and Xav both speak at the same time, but their voices are drowned out by the sight ofher. Never in my life have I ever seen a sight more beautiful than the one standing in front of me. Her brown hair is flowing around her in curls that have me envisioning me wrapping my fist around them and slamming into her. Her big doe eyes are wide, the smoky-looking makeup enhancing them… But it’s the dress. Fuck me seven ways to Sunday, that dress! It’s a black silk dress, with a neckline that plunges to the middle of her chest showing off the swell of her ample chest. Long slits run up each side of her legs so when she moves, you see the full length of her glorious legs. My mouth dries the moment her eyes find mine. I watch as her chest releases an exhale, it’s as if the sight of me has put her anxiety at ease.
Chanel Murelo isn’t the type of girl to be nervous but right now, I can see it in her eyes how uncomfortable she is. I let my eyes travel over her again and groan at the sight of the black strappy heels she wears. Time seems to slow as we get lost in each other’s gazes, but all too soon the spell is broken when a pansy fucker with a balding head steps in front of her, blocking my girl from my view. The moment I see his hand lift as if to touch what doesn’t belong to him, I’m powerless to stop my feet from moving across the room. I’m nearly to her when Havoc steps into my path blocking her from me, again.
“Stay the fuck away from her. He won’t spare you twice.” His words are low enough for only me to hear. I look around just to make sure no one can hear us. The party is in full swing now, but there is an air of tension now that the Murdochs have arrived. They may not know who they are per se but they aren’t stupid. Danger clings to them like a shadow, you don’t have to know their names to know they are from the dark side.
“Fuck you. I won’t stand here and watch some fucker touchmygirl.”
Havoc’s brows raise. “Your girl, huh?” I meet his cold stare with one of my own.
“I didn’t stutter,” I snarl.
“You want to dress her corpse before you place her body in a wooden box?” I growl low in my throat. “You fuck this up for her, he will kill her to teachyoua lesson.”
“If he touches her–”
Havoc steps into me so we are chest to chest, there is no mistaking that this isn’t a friendly conversation to onlookers. “You will do nothing. You dragged her into your shit because you are a fucking pussy. All their lives, no one has ever been able to come between them, not even me or Chaos. Yet, somehow you managed to do what no one else has ever done.”
“And what is that?” I force out through clenched teeth.
“Make her question her loyalty to her best friend and make him question her every move. Those two are like water, you can never separate them, but somehow you managed to do just that. You fuck this up for her and he will kill her. Duty compels him to honor the code we live by. She chose to turn her back on his trust to saveyou. Do the right fucking thing here, Kacey, and let her go so she can live. Because I can tell you now, you will never have her. My family will never allow a fucking fed to be with one of their own. You will never be what she needs.”
“I’ll never let her go,” I say as I press my forehead against his. The big fucker just smiles.
“Well, that is a shame because she already let you go when she walked out on you the day we brought her back. She could have chosen you tonight, but she chosehimover you again because he is her rock. You never stood a chance against their bond.”
“Unless we want this whole thing blown before it begins, step the fuck back.” The quietly snarled words from Royal have Havoc and I facing off for a second longer before we each take a step and force smiles to our faces so the partygoers see us as two men who were just fooling around. “You stay the fuck back and let her do her thing, you understand?” Pulling my gaze from the silverback, I meet Royal’s glacial stare.
“You in the habit of pimping your cousin out?” I spit the words at him. He attempts to step into me but Erika dashes in front of him with her hand extended to me.
“You must be the infamous Kacey Vaughn.” I shake my disdain for these bastards away as I shake Erika’s hand.
“I am.” She rolls her lips over her teeth and smiles fondly.
“You are trouble with a capital T and I am so here for it.” I frown and shake my head but she pushes on. “She marked you, you are hers to end. Remember that, Kacey Vaughn.” I feel like there is a double meaning to that when both males shake their heads and share a heated look, before turning their backs on me. Before I can question her, Chanel joins our little group. She stands in the middle of Havoc and me but leans closer to her cousin and doesn't glance my way as she speaks.
“Chaos just sent me the image of the target. He’s at the back table with the mayor and Director of the FBI.” My eyes widen as I turn to where she flicks her gaze and sure enough, my mentor and boss sit there.
Fuck!
I turn slightly so my back is to them and bring my wrist to my mouth discreetly, all four of them watch me with rapt interest. “I know who the mole is!” Chanel’s brows furrow.
“Who is it?” Benny says.
I hold Chanel’s gaze as I speak. “Quintin is the mole.” I see the moment she remembers that name.
“He was the one I heard you speaking to that night at UNLV?”
