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For the first time, I have his ass over the barrel.
His jaw clench says he knows it. “It’s not as simple as walking away. The businesses—”
“I’ll do a proper handover. Get everything in line for Jericho to take the wheel.” I fold my hands. “Better me handle the job than Fletcher and Dooley.”
Jericho’s zero-loyalty “packmates” are the heirs that round out the Song-Lin-Moon Triad. If Kairo sends them after Serafina, they’ll either fuck up getting plastered before the job, or worse.
They’ll mate her without Jericho and ice out the Moons entirely.
If my father doesn’t want to lose his kingpin slot, me and my guys are his only option.
Knowing the score, he pumps out peppercorn stress pheromones. “Intercept her before the auction. As soon as Jericho takes her throat, I’ll sign your severance.”
I offer my hand across the desk. “Our lawyer will prepare the contracts.”
“Don’t get greedy.” Instead of a shake, he returns a bone-crushing grip, whipped dense with dominance. “The omega belongs to Jericho.”
Fucking everything belongs to Jericho.
I never wanted shit from the Moons.
I just want to be strong enough to stop them from taking what’s mine. “Consider it done.”
I have a plan percolating by the time I’m in the garage, where my sedan is boring, but bulletproof. Before I click my belt, I clock two suspicious cars watching my moves.
Kairo and probably one of Jericho’s deputies who has standing orders to tail my ass. I dial Bish and tear out.
Three cars follow my bumper.
I could lose them, but it’s too soon to tilt my hand.
Let them circle.
Let them think I’m easy prey.
The ringing connects, and Bish’s lazy tone bleeds through the speakers. “Jericho dead yet?”
“Not yet. But Konstantín Redfang is.” The pause lasts so long I frown. “Bish?”
“Hold on.” Glass clinks. “I saved a bottle of champagne for this.”
I grin until my teeth cut my lips. “Kairo just handed us an assignment.”
“You took another one of his bullshit jobs?” His voice sharpens with that subtle panic he could hide from anyone else. “But our plan—”
“New plan. Better plan.” I flick my turn signal, taking the fast route across the city toward The Barrington. Kairo might need me for now, but Jericho’s crew won’t waste a chance to take a hit.
I stopped driving with music the first time his assassins T-boned me. “Get Dany and Lisa on a plane to the island.”
“You’re not serious,” Bish says flatly. “We’re months away from—”
“Doesn’t matter if we’re ready. We can’t risk them on this job.” Dutch’s family is our family. Our only liability.
“What’s so dire?”
“Need you to find out where Nikolaj Redfang stashed his daughter.”
