My head snaps back over to the left, and I glare at him. “You can’t be serious?”
He shrugs. “Not like you’re saving yourself for someone special.” Titan chuckles. “Throw the biggest fucking wedding of the century and marry her. Give them a show and rub it in John’s fucking face. And if what her brothers tell her is true, then her father will make his move, and we’ll be ready.” His eyes meet mine, and I see just how serious he is before he turns back to the road. “He may be John Bianchi, but we’re the motherfucking Kings. And that means something.”
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THE AIRPORT IS just that—once an airport that was abandoned years ago. That Tanner, Turner, and Trey Mason own. It’s their Kingdom. But where we cover our illegal activities with shiny and expensive things, they don’t even bother to cover how corrupt they are. It sits on the outskirts of Las Vegas on two hundred acres. It has five stories of the original airport, and the hotel next door has been transformed into apartments they rent out called the Mason Towers. Where the bomb shelter once was underneath the airport is now their own personal dungeon.
The cops don’t come here, no matter what. The Masons have them on their payroll, along with many other important Vegas names. Their father used to run it, then handed it over to them. Just like our fathers gave us Kingdom.
I never wanted this life, but I’m not the kind of guy to half-ass anything, so I devote my life to our business. It’s given us a life that most only dream of.
“Titan, Bones.” Turner Mason nods to us as we enter their office. He’s stuffing a black duffel bag full of guns that sit lined out on a table. Turner is the middle brother. He’s their muscle, hitman, and runs for the Cartel. Out of all the Mason brothers, you don’t want to piss him off. I’ve never liked him. Or any of them, for that matter. Trey and Grave got into some trouble in the past, and Tanner, the eldest brother, took the fall for them. He spent some time in prison but recently got released. Of course, I didn’t find out until it was too late. My brother chose to keep his illegal activities a secret from me. None of us actually know what went down to this day.
“Titan said you have someone for us?” I get to the point.
He nods. “Tanner has him down in the basement.”
Titan and I go to exit the office just as the door opens, and Cross enters with Grave. “You didn’t answer my call,” Titan says to my brother.
“Sorry, phone died. But I was at the club with Alexa and Cross. What do we have?”
“We were just headed to find out,” I answer, shouldering past him and out of the room.
Making our way to the bomb shelter, we stay silent. I don’t have much to say, and my mind is still going over what Titan said in the car about marrying Mia. He made it sound like marrying her was a business transaction. Write up a contract, sign it, and then throw a big party. He was right when he said I wasn’t saving myself for that special someone. I told myself that I’d never get married. A life of a King isn’t an easy one. Why bring a woman into it? She’d expect too much from me and eventually a family. I don’t want to be my father. I don’t want to see my son have to live the kind of life I have. Or a daughter? What the fuck would I do with a daughter? I’d be a horrible husband because Kingdom would come first. And the same as a father—my kids probably wouldn’t even know who I am. Doing Luca a favor and having Mia take my last name are two very different things.
And let’s not forget what my father told me—show me a man in love, and I’ll show you his greatest weakness. I can’t say he’s wrong because Titan, Grave, and Cross will do anything to make sure nothing happens to their Queens. Even if that means dying for them. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing. If you love someone, you should do anything for them. I consider all the Kings my brothers, even Luca and Nite. So my father’s words make sense because I would not only kill for them, I’d die for them.
“Everything okay?” my brother asks me.
“Fine,” I growl. Fuck, why does everyone care how I feel right now? I liked it better when they were all single and too busy with their own hectic lives to pay attention to me. Now that they’ve all locked down some pussy, they’re in my business like it’s their own life.