Khane
They couldn’t have been more suspicious if they had painted their darkly tinted, black BMW, fluorescent orange. From afar they were two shadows within the vehicle’s cab, but on closer inspection through the lens of my monocular, I found two military types with their eyes glued on Desiree and her energetic cousin, Mecca.
Unfortunately, and thanks to my brother’s business expansion ideas, Mecca was technically my fiancée. I still had trouble understanding why I was getting hitched, but like a lot of the situations that dealt with the business side of our family, I didn’t question it. We would tie the knot and had no intention of stopping her from her plan to keep searching for her own personal sex warrior.
Arjen had been running things for seven years with great success, and although he made a point of teaching me everything he knew, I wanted little part of it. Business in our world involved a certain level of politics, and I was too direct to play that game.
Except for dropping a body here and there for the syndicate, Arjen ran things ten times smoother than our father had and raked in millions more a year. With Arjen at the helm, we not only earned more for ourselves and the syndicate, but loss of life had dropped by fifty percent. So, in essence, we were saving lives and making the criminal world a better place.
As I made my way closer to the suspicious BMW, the chatty men continued to spy on the ladies and were even bold enough to climb out of their vehicle to do so. I expected them to approach the restaurant, but instead, they stepped to the rear of the car and popped the trunk. Their muffled voices sounded as they resumed their conversation. Their actions were the distraction I needed to gain an edge on them.
A sneaky smile crept across my lips when the driver slammed the trunk and re-approached the driver’s side with an extra set of binoculars.
“I haven’t spotted anyone yet. I don’t believe they have anyone watching her,” the driver muttered as his buddy was sliding into the passenger’s seat.
“She’s certainly easy on the eyes. A nice piece of dark ass. Now, I understand why that Vallin prick would be interested,” the passenger stated, making a slurping sound.
“What about the one with her? She appears to be a handful, sassy, but sexy as hell.” The man continued his absurd remarks.
“I’d love to be the cream in between that Oreo,” came the driver’s annoying voice.
Unwilling to listen to another word, I lifted from the back seat and cleared my throat. My gaze met the wide eyes and gaping mouth of the passenger in the rearview mirror.
“How the fuck did you get in here?” he yelled, his breathing instantly elevated.
The driver’s attempt to go for his weapon was stalled when the edge of my gun tickled the area behind his head that would send his brains through the front of his forehead.
“Any sudden moves and we are going to see what your brains look like after 230 grains of hot metal has blown through it at 830 feet per second.”
His hand lifted from the steering wheel as his face fell in defeat. The passenger sat frozen, his eyes glued to mine. I tapped the blade I had to the passenger’s neck. “I’m dying to know if I could dissect your spine with one swipe.”
His eyes went wide as his body stiffened in panic.
“Y-you…you’re … Khane, ‘The Kannibal.’” His words were edged past his trembling lips.
At the realization, the driver’s fear level was elevated. All that moved were his expanding eyes.
“We don’t want any trouble with you. We were admiring the view. That’s all.”
“I know everybody in this town and don’t take too kindly of outsiders spying on women that are minding their own business.”
My gaze volleyed back and forth between the men before it stopped on the driver. “Toss your weapons across the seat, and please, give me a reason to kill you. My quota on death has been low this year, so two fresh kills is just what I need to get my numbers up.”
The men moved robotically, unsnapping their weapons from their holsters. Each pistol made a solid thud when they dropped at my feet.
“Toss your backups if you have any because they are going to get you killed if you try to use them.”
Two additional weapons fell across the seat as I’d expected.
“Start the car and drive.” I glared, unblinking at the driver. “Sam, keep a close eye on the ladies until I get back. This won’t take long.”
My words were laced with arrogance, but nothing filled me with more energy than impending death. And Desiree. The voice in my head reminded.
“Tracking,” Sam’s voice sounded in my ear through the earpiece that linked us.
“Tywin,” I called.
“I’m already on it,” Tywin answered. I didn’t have to ask him if he was gathering surveillance to see if he could figure out where these assholes had come from or if there were more of them. Tywin was my resourceful cousin who was as adapt in the tech arena as he was in security.