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After what he’s told me of the kings and queens and their bonds, I’m flooded with déjà vu. A sense that they’re my home, though I haven’t been yet.
“The dark SUV with black windows from today?” Delphine prompts.
Wow, info travels fast in this group.
“What about it?” Jace asks.
“It is circling the block. Should I intercept? I have always wanted to spit in an old lion’s face.”
Jace laughs into my ponytail, squeezing me tighter while answering Delphine. “Please, no, my queen. Stay safe. Ruslan wants a deal withme,and I won’t meet him until he’s on his knees in front of The Queen.”
“C’est la vie,” Delphine chirps, ending the call.
Jace hooks his finger underneath my chin, lifting my eyes to his.
“Alright, Smokeshow. We’re a team now. I’ll play dumb by the door, and you play deft up here, and together, let’s see what we can find out.”
He grabs his phone and starts tapping.
“What are you doing?”
He smirks. “Ordering greasy chicken scraps.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
JACE
The doorbell chimesas I glare at the security screens monitoring the cameras aimed over the piazza.
The screens are discreetly mounted high on the wall, near the ceiling. Most don’t notice them, while it’s my job to surveil them. With the click of a remote, I can toggle through cameras, capturing every angle of Delta’s inside and out.
It’s just me and Vivian here.
We locked the store down hours ago.
I had to message our snipers to stand down. It wasn’t easy. I wouldn’t shed a tear if one played target practice with that scumbag’s ass.
But here he is, pressing the doorbell again.
I hit the buzzer. He hears it, pushing the tall black door open. Softly, it closes behind him as I coldly sneer at him from my stool, wanting to snap his neck.
He juts his weak chin. “Hey, man.”
“Good evening.” I sound like the grim reaper, waiting for him.
“Didn’t know you worked nights.”
Guess this little shit is observant when it comes to his ex-wife. Grant usually covers nights while I walk Vivian home.
“I’m waiting for my dinner delivery. Ordered some wings from some famous place on Shem Creek, and they’re late.”
He reels back, impressed. “From Donald and Dicks?”
“Sounds right.”
“Yeah, my cousin owns it.” Silence. “Try his protein pounder burger bowl. He’s got a new boy kibble menu; it’s fucking fire.”
I’m not fucking impressed.
