“I just got shot because he wasn’t here to watch my six, I’m fucking telling you as the boss to answer me!” He nods his head and steals his shoulders.
“He knows about what you did to Christine.”
Fuck!
I slouch against my car. “How did he find out?”
“That, I don’t know.”
“How much does he know? Does he know about Knight?” Mav shakes his head.
“I don’t think so, I think he just knows about her and that’s it.” I nod and jump in my car to leave him and Luka behind to clean up the mess and get my men sorted, as of tonight my army just grew. We gave the Ramano soldier’s a choice, die or pledge to serve me in the coming war against the Russian’s, they chose to live.
* * *
Islam the front door open and storm through the house, I round the corner of the lounge and find King in the kitchen with Rook and Kiara. Kiara jumps to her feet when she sees the blood on my shirt. I ignore her and head straight for my brother. Rook grips her arm holding her back as I wrap my hand around King’s throat and slam him back against the fridge, getting right in his face.
“Where the fuck were you?” He doesn’t cower, he stands tall and holds my gaze.
“Visiting the grave of the woman you killed!” I ignore the gasps from behind me and keep my face blank.
“You fucking left me to deal with this shit. You were supposed to watch my back.”
“You killed the fucking woman I loved, you son of a bitch!”
“You don’t know shit, King!” He shoves me back and I allow it, a foot of space separates us as we glare at the other.
“What don’t I know, Bishop? What else are you fucking hiding?” Bitterness coats each of his words.
“The truth, you don’t know the truth!” King closes the space between us and lands a right hook. I hit back and we trade a few blows before Rook pushes him back and Kiara jumps in front of me. My nose is bleeding but not broken. His cheek is split and a slow trickle of blood seeps out.
“When the fuck were you going to tell me I had a fucking kid?” he shouts. My eyes widen and all the fight drains from my body. Kiara stares up at me in shock. I shake my head telling her I had no fucking idea about a kid. “When were you going to tell me, you killed the mother to my fucking child, Bishop?”