When Uilleam was shot and she was with him, Kit had sent the Wild Bunch in to retrieve her and take her to a safe house, and she hadn’t even been the target of the assault.
Yet, he hadn’t seemed fazed at all by the events of the day.
And even if he had taken extra security measures to ensure that nothing happened to her, why hadn’t his security shown their face?
Something wasn’t adding up.
Chapter Twenty-One
She was too curious, his Luna.
Kit had seen it in the stubborn tilt of her jaw when she walked away from him. Sure, she was agreeing with him verbally, but she wasn’t going to let this go, not when she still had questions.
But it didn’t matter, not when Andrei had been the last loose string.
Kit had become a master at keeping secrets, what was one more?
Once he was dressed, Kit left his bedroom, only to come up short when Fang appeared in the hallway, a tight smile on his face as he nodded at whatever Aidra was saying to him as she walked in the opposite direction.
“My office,” Kit said without looking at him, already heading in that direction. He knew what the man had come to say, but he didn’t want their conversation to be overheard.
“I know you said no witnesses,” Fang said the moment they were closed away in the soundproof room. “But I figured you would make an exception.”
Kit didn’t laugh. “Did she see you?”
“I think you would know by now if she had,” Fang suggested, digging his hands into his pockets.
“Or anything of yours? You’ve turned her into a bit of a motorcycle enthusiast. I’m sure she would have noticed yours had you parked it around.”
“Found a truck.”
Meaning he stole a truck, but Kit didn’t care about that little detail. “In any case, I’ve told her that I had you following her for the time being, so should she ever mention it, that’s your story.”
“Understood.”
Kit’s gaze drifted to the monitor on his desk, depicting seven different video feeds of the grounds. Nothing was out of the ordinary, not until a fleet of black SUVs came into view.
“Are the others here as well?” Kit asked Fang, though not taking his gaze off the screen.
“Yeah, why?”
“It seems my brother has come to pay me a visit.”
Kit didn’t arm himself as he left his office—though he was partly glad that he’d decided to put on his vest before dressing. There was no telling what his brother would do now that he was here.
He was down the stairs and out the door in seconds, standing in front of the doors as Uilleam and his mercenaries unloaded—all of which had rifles aimed at Kit’s head.
Kit was unfazed.
“You’re asking for war, Kingmaker,” Kit said mockingly once he was looking down into the face of rage as he stared at his brother. “Don’t tempt me to actually kill you.”
“I invite you to try.”
“What did you expect, Uilleam?” Kit asked as he walked down the last few steps until they were within a foot of each other. “We wouldn’t be here had it not been—”
“I’ve never liked those that play at being a victim,” Uilleam said with a modest shake of his head. “Wolves in sheep’s clothing, I say. They have their minions that tell them they couldn’t possibly have done any wrong, yet we both know the truth, don’t we? Just a two-headed dog begging to be put down. Make no mistake, you only have yourself to blame.” The hollows of Uilleam’s cheeks stood out more—he’d lost weight. “Yet, you think to throw it in my face?”
“And what do you suspect you’re doing, Uilleam? You’re so blinded by your own ego that you can’t see your own flaws. When you’re not plotting one of your schemes, you’re acting like a petulant child. Grow up.”
Uilleam’s laugh was harsh. “That’s astonishing coming from the man that decides to get into business with the very people he condemns me for. Did you think I wouldn’t find out about your arrangement with Caesar Rivera? The man couldn’t wait to spread the good news. Do you care to know why? Because the last time I saw them, I told them they were both beneath me.”
“You think everyone is beneath you, Uilleam. That’s your problem.”
“I’ve never thought you were,” he said with so much venom, it made Kit blink.
No, Uilleam had never treated him as though he were less than him. He liked his games, sure, but he had always thought of Kit as a worthy opponent.
Until Kit had stopped wanting to play the game.
But it didn’t matter anymore, they were both bound by the choices they had made. And though this looked like another betrayal, Kit was sure, he couldn’t tell him otherwise.
Not just because of Luna, but because of Uilleam.
Despite it all, he was still Kit’s brother, and he didn’t want to see any harm come to him. Until he could see a way out of the hole, he had his part to play.