11
“Where?” My hand slams down on the table. I had enemies coming out my fucking ears, everywhere I turned there was someone, another fucker trying to take over my kingdom. Take what belonged to me.
Kingston fucking Heart was in my city.
I’d never met the bloke but I’ve heard enough and I needed him gone before he could cause too much fucking stink in these streets.
Why was he even here? What the fuck could Brookeshill have that he wants.
I wasn’t scared of the guy but I wasn’t stupid either. The biggest underground organization in Europe with tieseverywhere.Kingston Heart and his sister were nightmares whispered on the wind and it didn’t matter which side of the line you were on, if you got in their way you’d be crushed before you could even blink. They made a lasting impression wherever they stepped. There was a reason I didn’t associate with the likes of them, I may be strong, and I may have this fucking city, everyone in it and my resources and contacts may be vast, but they were a whole other level.
And they were in my fucking city.
“Spotted down on the northside docks,” Ryker grunts, swiping through the image surveillance we had managed to get, “they weren’t doing shit though. Just standing there.”
I look down at the images. There are fucking hundreds of them here. To look at, Kingston didn’t appear to be much, a little menacing but that was it, but I knew better than to believe he was harmless. Oh no, that man made even the devil shake.
It was possible that him and I could have gotten along at some point, but not now. Not now that he has stormed my city uninvited.
“Does anyone know where they were before that?” I ask, swiping through more images. Kingston lazes against the barrier, drawing in from a cigarette whilst his sister talks on the phone. Even though I’ve never met them in person, I know damn well out of the two of them, Isobel is the most unhinged. Fucking batshit actually. The stories, Jesus Christ, the fucking stories of the men she’s strung up using nothing but their fucking balls and the tales of their DIY castrations.
Most of their life is private, where and how they were raised, their parents, all of it. One minute they weren’t there and the next they were fucking everywhere, taking over Europe like a plague.
I had to respect them at least.
Ryker shakes his head, tapping the images with the tip of his finger, “Before this they hadn’t been seen. Do you not think that strange?”
It wasn’t merely a coincidence that they were here. With Valentine and the Syndicate breathing poison into my city, there was no way they were simply here for a vacation. They had a part in this but where, I didn’t know. Could they have been the English Jameson mentioned before he died?
I flick to another image and stop dead. Kingston is staring directly at the camera, one brow cocked and a smirk on his face. In the next picture he’s holding up nine fingers.
What the fuck.
What the hell does the number nine have to do with this.
After that image it’s just a picture of him checking his watch and then rounding up his guys, heading towards a convoy of dark SUVs. They headed out the city and haven’t returned since. That was early this morning and it’s now eight the same evening.
I press my fingers to the bridge of my nose.
Valentine hasn’t sent any more images of Wren. I’ve had nothing since the last one and his men have disappeared off the streets. All the hideouts we’ve found them at previously are empty. Everyone has just fucking vanished.
I’d take that as a good sign usually but not this time round, not when my little bird is still missing and Valentine is still trying to take the city.
Now with the Heart’s here, I know it’s all connected.
But how?
Fuck I hated not being in control.
It made me crazy.
Shemade me crazy.
I had her at my side and it turned my whole world upside down and now she’s not there, everything I’ve ever known doesn’t make any sense. The only thing that matters now is getting her back. I’ll pile the bodies and I’ll stain the streets until she’s here. Where she belongs.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out to see an unknown number calling.
“Silver,” I answer.