Page 27 of Sinful Empire (Mount Trilogy 3)
I’ve walked through the shitstorm life threw at me, and I’m beginning to believe she’s the reason. She’s my reward. I may have forced her into this, but she just gave herself to me willingly, and that’s not something I’ll ever forget. I’ll protect her with my life and all the power I have at my disposal.
No one touches her. Ever.
I drift off, but like usual, I sleep with one eye open. When the door opens, I have a gun in my hand before I even realize I pulled it from beneath the pillow.
J.
I lower the weapon as my second-in-command enters. Keira continues to snore softly in my arms.
“We got ballistics back on the bullet we pulled from the car.”
“And?”
J crosses the room and hands me the report. “Five-seven. Subsonic.”
That caliber of bullet is a favorite of the cartels in pistols and rifles because the ammo is armor-penetrating. They’re distinctive weapons. You can’t miss them, and in New Orleans, there’s one particular cartel that flashes those weapons every fucking chance they get. Subsonic means they were trying to keep it quiet.
“Definitely a five-seven rifle,” I say. “The shot came from the roof. I saw the laser sight. That’s the only fucking reason I was able to swerve.”
J nods. “Too bad you weren’t able to get the fuck out of the way quicker, boss. Maybe then they wouldn’t have had to pump so much blood back into you.”
“Fuck my blood. They took Keira’s, and for that, they all die. The streets of New Orleans are going to run red with it. Confirm who took the shot before we retaliate. Then we take them all out.”
J’s eyes widen. “All of them?”
I nod. “Every single fucking one. Get the confirmation on the shooter before midnight and rally the troops. We meet in the war room at twelve to make a battle plan, and then we roll out. We’re going hunting.”
J’s lips twist into a cruel smile. “You mean, we’re goin’ killing.”
I nod. “Go.”
“On it, boss.”
As soon as the door closes, Keira jerks awake in my arms, her lips pressed together, turning white. “What’s wrong? What’d I miss? Is everything okay?”
I press a kiss to her messy red hair as pain creases her features. “Nothing. Everything’s going to be fine. But you need more drugs. I can see it on your face.”
She opens her mouth to argue with me, but I put a finger to her lips.
“This happened because of me. I brought you into my world. Let me take care of you. Let me make it right.”
“Okay.”
I remove my finger and press a kiss to her lips, my side twinging in pain as well, but the adrenaline already rushing through my system suppresses it. I don’t care if I need to duct tape over the stitches. Nothing is stopping me from getting my vengeance.
I meant what I said to J. For spilling a drop of Keira’s blood, all their lives are forfeit. The second they fired on me, they broke the compact they agreed to in order to sell their drugs in my city. If they’re smart, they’ll be ready, but they won’t expect a response this brutal.
They should.
There will be no mercy for the men who made Keira bleed.
Keira
Lachlan leaves the room to handle business, promising to be back soon. V’s on guard duty outside the door. I’m left alone with my thoughts, at least until a man brings down a wireless router, a signal-extender thingy, and my laptop bag, which was apparently retrieved from the car. Now I can do actual work.
I should be wondering how Lachlan handled the police about the accident, but let’s be honest—I don’t care. My thoughts are focused on something completely different.
My best friend.
