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“You best tell him you have the love of his brother’s life locked up in your basement before he declares war on both of you.” At Bishop’s words my jaw unhinges.
“You have Lailani Dominico locked in your basement?” I rasp out. Chanel and Royal exchange a loaded look before my girl looks at me and bats her lashes.
“So, what’s it gonna cost me to get you to keep that bit of information to yourself until we find the right time to tell Chaos?”
“Answer fucking wisely, shithead,” Vincent warns, earning a chuckle from the other two males.
“Let me guess, if I don’t answer correctly, you’ll shoot me again?” Chanel gasps and Vincent visibly flinches.
“You shot my boyfriend?” she shouts so fucking loud Bishop swerves the car and curses under his breath.
“I missed, it’s not a big deal,” he lies.
“You never fucking miss, Dad!” I slouch back into my seat with a smile on my face, listening to these two bicker. I hope she rips her father a new asshole. Serves the fucker right.
CHANEL
I lay flat on my stomach and position myself so the butt of my rifle is against my shoulder and press my eye to the scope. “In position,” I say through the coms.
“All set here,” comes from Royal.
“Overwatch in position in the east,” Benny says.
“I got you, Kacey,” comes from Ro.
“A bullet in his ass wouldn’t hurt,” Xav says. I chuckle but don’t reply.
“Fuck you, asshole,” Kacey says through clenched teeth. He stands against his car in the empty warehouse parking lot. Ever since we got back to Miami two weeks ago, Leonie and Owen have been blowing up his phone for a meet and debrief. I told him to ignore it because he doesn’t owe those bastards a fucking thing. They left him out to hang after the shootout with the Albanians. The feds took no responsibility for it. To the world, Kacey is an escaped convict. I had hoped that given his history with the bureau that they would at least try to clear his name, but no. They plastered his face all over the news and put him up on the FBI’s most wanted list!
“I got eyes on an unmarked car pulling in,” Royal says. I go on high alert as I watch the unmarked car pull up next to Kacey. He looks like a fucking snack in his tight white shirt, dark wash jeans and Ray Ban sunglasses. His hair is a tousled blond mess but fuck, my man makes that look work. His hair is a mess because I was yanking on the strands of it half an hour ago as he fucked me in the rest room of the cafe a couple blocks away.
“Get set,” I say through the coms as Owen and Leonie step out of the car. Benny, Xavier, Romeo, Royal and I are stationed on the roof tops surrounding Kacey. I know without a doubt that they are going to try and get Kacey to come in so they can pin everything on him and get him to take the wrap for their fuck up.
“Kacey,” Owen says in greeting.
“Get to the point, being out in the open isn’t good for me as you can imagine,” Kacey bites back.
“You knew the risks,” Leonie states as if that makes everything okay. This bitch put him up to going undercover one last time and never once thought to have a contingency plan.
“You knew I would be ambushed and didn’t have a special ops team to pull me out,” my man snaps.
“Judging from the state of the scene you had your own team,” the bitch clips out.
“If I didn’t, I would be dead right now or plastered across all media outlets so the Albanians could force our hand to negotiate a deal with the US government.” The thought of him being tortured has my trigger finger itching to shoot the bitch. As if he has a direct line to my thoughts, his gaze flicks to me and he gives a subtle shake of his head.
“What would you have had us do? Our hands were tied, Kacey. This was supposed to be a simple ambush–”
He cuts the bitch off. “Where the fuck was the special ops team?” When the cunt doesn’t answer he pushes on. “There was never a fucking team standing by, was there?” Again neither of them answer. “I would bet good money that you both hoped I would be killed so you could pin this whole thing on me. Now here is why I think that Quintin had shit on the both of you.”
“Kacey, how could you think—”
“Shut the fuck up, Owen,” Kace clips out. “I have some good friends who are pretty fucking amazing at recovering deleted data. You see, Benny took the hard drive from Quintin’s office.” I watch both the cunts stiffen and begin to fidget. “My friends were able to recover the data from the hard drive and reverse the encryption. You could imagine my shock when I found a file on the pair of you.”
“That is federal property!” the bitch snaps.
“Oh, Leonie. Calm down, no one will ever know that you fucked your way to the top, provided you clear my fucking name!” Kacey roars.
“You’ve shacked up with the local mob. How are you any different than us?” Owen snaps back.
