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“She fucked up badly and betrayed me. You may love her but know this, I was the first man aside from her father to love that girl. She isn’t just my cousin, she is my underboss, my best friend and I fucking love her like a sister. If it were anyone else, I would have had the cunt begging for death. But, she isn’t anyone else. Chanel is alive.” A whoosh of air escapes me as relief washes through me. “She will never leave me. This isn’t just a way of life for her, this is who she is! It’s in her blood. She is the heiress and without her theMemento Moriis nothing.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I ask him warily. He studies me for a second. Something about the way he is standing and looking at me sets me on edge.
“Because I want my best friend back.” I lift my glasses and push them to the top of my head.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He runs a hand through his hair in frustration.
“There are bodies piling up around the city. Marco, Benny and Terry are fucking amazing at their jobs, but not even they can keep up with cleaning the messes she is leaving behind in her wake.”
Frowning, I shake my head in confusion. “What?” He removes his glasses and places them on his head like mine. I can see the tired look in his eyes now.
“Chanel left the night you did. It’s been five days and she has taken the lives of over a dozen Albanian soldiers trying to find the whereabouts of Halil and the information you would need to take down your mole.”
I reel backward. “How the hell could you let her leave?”
He scoffs. “Have you met her? There is no fucking way I was stopping that crazy bull when she was a waving a gun around.”
“She pointed a gun at you?” I blurt.
He shakes his head. “Worse. She pointed one at her father and told him she was going to prove that you were worthy of her.” My fucking heart does a flip inside my chest. “Stop smiling!” he snarls, but I can’t, she really does love me!
“How do you know it’s her killing…” I leave my sentence trail off when he pulls a bloody card from his pocket and hands it to me. I flip it over. The wordsMemento Moriare inscribed on the back. These cards are custom made. The queen has a skull face and instead of it being the normal color red and the image being mirrored, it is just one solid picture of a skull wrapped in red robes. She doesn’t hold the queen’s scepter like normal cards, she holds a dagger like the one Chanel used to kill Omar. Smoke rises up from the back of the queen and the card looks like it’s almost charred, but that’s just the way it is made to look. The back of the card has the words but it also has smoke in the background, but you can clearly see a pair of eyes and a mouth. It’s a skull face made out of smoke.
“It’s her. She’s been leaving her cards at every scene and if she finds any information, she leaves it for us to find.”
“Why are you here?” I finally ask.
“Because we can’t find her.”
“Bullshit.” I snap rolling my eyes.
“Do you really fucking think I want to be here?” he snarls.
“You have a tracker implanted in her, that’s how you found Xav’s house. So don’t lie to me.” He rubs the back of his neck and turns back toward the funeral happening below us. I follow his lead and watch as they slowly lower my brother’s coffin into the ground.
“She removed the tracker.” I don’t respond because the sight of my mother collapsing in my father’s arms has me choking back tears. “I know my timing is shit given where we are.” I shoot him a deadpan look.
“Ya think?” I mock, shaking my head before looking back at my parents. I watch Ash and my dad practically carry my mother to their waiting car. I hate that I’m not down there to help console her and try to ease her pain. Guilt churns inside me, they blame me for the death of their oldest son and that fucking hurts like a bitch. Chaos, Havoc and the other guards flank my family. Both twins look up to us and give Royal a two-finger salute before carrying on to their own cars.
“I need you to help me find her, Kacey. She is one of the toughest fucking people I know and can hold her own better than any man on my payroll, but she is getting reckless. She has no one watching her back. These fucking Albanians drug women and sell them on the corner. If one of them were to get the jump on her and then figure out who the fuck she is, what the hell do you think they would do to her?”
Anger masks the guilt I was feeling a second ago as thoughts of Chanel being harmed run through my mind.
“What the fuck makes you think I can find her?”
“She’s leaving clues behind,” he admits bitterly.
“What clues?”
“Clues!” he snaps, like that is supposed to make sense. He turns to leave while I just stand here staring down at the gravedigger covering my brother in dirt. “You coming?” he calls out. I keep my gaze ahead as I answer.
“Text me the address, I gotta do something first,” I say as I begin to make my way down the hill.
“Kacey?” I turn back to stare up at Royal, from this angle he really does look like a badass king standing tall and proud.
“Yeah?”
“I never had a sibling…” He shakes his head and runs a hand through his head trying to come up with the right words, so I wait. “I’m sorry about your brother and I hope you get the revenge you seek.”
