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“That’s what you taught us,” Grey echoed their opinion.
Diesel’s light eyes found mine for an instant, and I wondered if he waited for my opinion. I couldn’t give it.
The Kings.
They were the reigning gang on the streets of Lennox, my hometown.
I suspected they were also to blame for the death of my father. He was borrowing money from someone. He’d told me as much in so many words. I knew he was in over his head. I just wished I’d acted sooner.
I wished I tried harder to break him of the habit that killed him.
Wishing never got me anywhere.
They continued to argue, and I felt the tension in my shoulders wind until it was close to snapping, every muscle across my back burning like I was standing on a pyre instead of sitting in a living room discussing a treaty with the enemy.
Huh.
Keep your enemies close…
If the Kings allied with the Saints then I might get the chance to find out what happened to my father. Who killed him. And return the favor.
I’d always known that vengeance would be mine someday, but this? This could be the opportunity I needed to follow through.
My stomach fluttered at the thought of King’s blood all over my hands.
“He’s right,” I interrupted something Grey was saying. “If the Saints don’t ally with the Kings then the Aces might.”
It was what Diesel was trying to tell them if what I heard in pieces while plotting my own revenge was any indication. But I needed to put it to them plainer.
This needed to happen.
“If the Aces and Kings join together it’ll be a lot worse for us. A much, much bigger mess to clean up if things go south, and I think we all know that’s exactly where this is headed. There will be more loss of life. It’s the logical move.”
I focused my attention squarely on Diesel now. “You should do it. Now. Before the Aces do.”
He considered me as though seeing me in a new light. Maybe one he didn’t particularly loathe. I had to wonder why he didn’t shut me up. He clearly had no desire to hear my take.
He’s learning,I thought. Watching and learning. Seeing how my addition to this threesome would affect his future with his sons. How he could use it to his advantage. Weighing the risk versus the potential rewards.
This man was far more cunning than I gave him credit for. He knew when to speak. When to throw his weight. And when to be quiet; a thing most men in positions of power never quite learned.
Diesel looked around the room at his sons. “Boys?”
“I don’t like it,” Rook said, sneering as he finished his whiskey. It wasn’t a clear cut opposition.
“Neither do I,” Corvus agreed, but he, too, was already nodding, his sights on me. “But they have a point.”
“Grey?” Diesel pushed. “I need the green light on this from all three of you before I’ll move on it.”
Grey’s brows knotted.
“We form the alliance,” Grey said, casting the deciding vote. “But as a means to prevent them from joining with the Aces. I don’t want to work with them. Not unless we have to.”
That would make my plans more difficult, but I’d still take the win.
“Agreed,” Diesel said, and winced as he brought his leg down from the table. The bandage poking out from beneath the hem of his jeans was soaked through with crimson.
I guess we really weren’t going to talk about that. Or the million other things still left unsaid between us over the past weeks. It was probably for the best. If we started talking, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep talking from becoming stabbing.
