Enzo nodded, his eyes nearly black as he stared back at me. “Then a war they will get.”
I turned back to the car and rested my hand over the trunk.
I’d bury my wife and then there would be hell to pay.
I’d kill every single motherfucker I got my hands on.
And I wouldn’t stop until I had Fallon Vasiliev’s head.
“I promise,” I whispered as I let my hand fall away from the trunk. “My final gift to you, my love.”
I took a step back, Vincent and Levin on either side of me.
“Let’s bury our girl,” I said softly.
"Then we’ll bury them,” Levin finished fiercely, tears stained on his cheeks, as Vincent let the tears fall silently.
No one fucked with a king and got away with it.
No one.
CHAPTER52
Fallon
We stayed holed up in Liam’s cabin. He’d left us two days after we set Bianca’s “body” on fire, citing he’d see us soon.
Drake and I stayed bunkered down, tending to Bianca. For the last week, she’d only slept. She never spoke, not even to me. I knew she was suffering and probably hated me.
I’d sit her up and feed her. She’d eat and drink small amounts for me but would sob softly before closing her eyes and drifting off. I knew she was in a lot of physical pain in addition to her inner turmoil, so I didn’t push her.
I’d been listening for news from one of the disciples I’d been close to. Alec wasn’t a lifer with the lords and would someday probably be a senator or some shit. This life was just for the connections he could form.
He hadn’t updated me since I’d left, promising me he would as soon as he could.
I sat on the deck staring out at the forest, a cup of coffee in front of me. I’d just gotten Bianca to eat. She’d thrown up this morning, sobbing through her heaving because her ribs were hurting her.
Once she’d fallen asleep, I’d made a coffee and come outside.
Drake settled next to me with his cup as my phone rang.
I stared down at Alec’s number on the burner I now had and connected to him.
“News?” I asked.
“Tons,” he answered. “Hail has disappeared. So has Tate. Trent too. Everyone. The lords are disbanding. We have no leader. Shit’s going to hell. People are running scared.”
“I’m your leader,” I said sharply, not even bothering to think it through.
Alec hesitated. “You are?”
“Yes,” I said tightly as Drake shot me a disbelieving look. I held my hand up so he wouldn’t say anything. “Get the men together. Ears to the ground. I want to know every move the kings make.”
“Absolutely,” Alec said immediately. “In fact, I have some news on that front. It seems De Santis’s wife has died. It’s all over school. He came back with the kings this morning and made the announcement. Her body was discovered in a fire. They buried her last week.”
I swallowed. “I see.”
“They’re scaring people, man. They beat the shit out of Ivan this morning. Right in front of everyone,” he rushed on, mentioning one of the disciples. “It was brutal. They wanted information and wouldn’t stop until they broke both his arms.”