Page 96 of King of Wrath

“Roman and Luke are missing.”

“What?” he rumbles out into the phone. “You can’t be serious?”

“I am. Serious. Last anyone heard, they had gone to this vacant lot that they were trying to purchase for their tunnel project. They need the piece of land for ventilation.”

“When was that?”

“Wee hours of the morning,” I answer. “The car was there when the sun came up, but both men are gone.”

“Dead?” he asks, and I hear him run his hand over his scruff.

“I don’t know.” I hope not. I like them both. But I might hate Vegas. For all the talk of being a shiny, happy place, the filth runs deep.

“So…are the Kincaids about to implode?”

I don’t answer right away. Mason is the brains and Leo is the muscle. Jake is the old-school gangster who keeps them just enough in the gray. Can the three of them do this on their own? “I doubt it. Mason, Leo, and Jake have got what it takes.”

“So we help…” Tris answers. “And we win back their good grace.”

We help.

Rolling my shoulders I stand up from the bench. My uncle is the Duke of Highgrove. But we’re born from a time when our family participated in every illegal vice known to Britain to fight and claw our way to the top of society.

It’s a fact that usually disappears from a family’s memory, but not in our case.

And it’s something that the Kincaids couldn’t possibly understand.

When it comes to being a gangster, we are the originals.

And it’s time to fight dirty…