Page 31 of Jace
“So if you save Ruslan’s life again, then what?” Nash fumes. “This shit never ends.”
I cross my arms. “It ends if part of the deal with Ruslan is that he has to step down as Pakhan, and the new Pakhan agrees to leave us the fuck alone. We’re not Bratva and never will be.”
“It’s decided.” Axel raps his inked knuckles over the golden lion carved into his throne’s armrest. “We’ll meet with Ruslan and strike a deal.”
“Where will we meet?”
“The club,” The Queen answers Sire. “Onmyterritory.”
“When?” Loch wants to know. He has Alena’s initiation and their wedding to plan.
“It’ll take at least a month to secure,” Axel reasons. “Until then, we’ll get tested as potential kidney donors, and we’ll get our paternity confirmed. We’re going into that meeting with Ruslan fully armed with ammo and intel.”
We nod.
Some of us may be Ruslan’s. Some of us may be Maxim’s. But it doesn’t matter.
Because we all belong to The Queen.
Grant smirks, turning my way. “Alright. Now that we have a plan, how can we help you, Prince Pussy Whipped?”
Grant sits one king’s throne above mine. Some even mistake us for twins. We’re not, but I can read him like a mirror. He’s giving me shit, circling back to this because he knows I love Vivian, and he cares for her. Hell, we all work together.
“Vivian’s being bribed by her shithead ex-husband. He has anintimatevideo he took of her without her consent.” I scan the circle of kings, explaining, “I want that video and want him dead so she can be free.”
Sire squints, crinkling the ink on his cheek. “Deaddead, or just a little dead?”
My nostrils flare, remembering Vivian’s plea. “Leave him to me but kill that video.”
“We need to find the servers.” Grant leans forward. Tech is his specialty. “Digital files aren’t in some fictitious floating cloud; they’re stored somewhere physical. And if he’s smart, he’s got copies housed on several servers in different locations with directives to release them under certain conditions.”
“Tough to say how smart he is or isn’t,” I seethe. “The fucker wears yellow Crocs and has a chronic case of crotch grab.” I turn to Sasha, explaining, “That means he has a little penis, so he has to touch it all the time because he’s afraid someone will rip it off.” I smile. “Like me.”
Sasha giggles. “Yes. Little penis. Big problem for man. I know.”
She makes us laugh before Nash adds, “Give me a week, and I can crack his accounts. He’s got to be paying people to help him and leaving a money trail.”
“Done.” I turn to Grant and Axel. “Delphine’s following him. I’ll get Ruby to stalk him too. Our queens are smart and know how to blend in. Maybe he’ll lead them to wherever he’s hiding those servers.”
Grant and Axel nod. They don’t doubt their wives’ skills.
Nick juts his chin. “Is he a football fan?”
Nick plays for the NFL, and I smirk, clocking his plan. “Yeah, he wears your team’s jersey like a dress.”
Nick tongues his teeth, grinning. “Maybe I can bump into him at a party and steal his phone’s SIM card. That’ll give us plenty of intel.”
“Just be careful,” Sire cautions. “If he suspects we’re after him, he can really hurt a woman like Vivian. Hell, for so many women, revenge porn is a huge problem.”
Loch cracks his knuckles, jutting his chin at me. “How can we help you hurt him because that’s some wicked shit, exploiting a woman like that. Is she okay?”
Goddamn, I love my brothers.
Will they kill men? Yes. Because they care about women.
It’s how our mom raised us, as she calmly interjects, “No victim is okay until they’ve survived. Until they get safety and justice, and she will.”
She casts her determined glare around the room, over her sons, including Nash, and lastly to her daughter.
