“We won’t be here.” Our mother had put up a picture today that was meant to taunt us, and we knew she did it as a way to get back at us for reviving El Peligro, but it still hurt. In the image, she’d caught both Gio and I staring over at Presley while she was staring at the camera. It made us look like lovesick fools, and I suppose that’s exactly what we were.
“What’s the plan now since we lied to them about not using El Peligro to protect her?”
We had lied. I knew Kingston was trying to save face; I would have done the same, but the truth was, we never wanted this power unless it meant we could have Presley.
Kingston took another hit of his joint. “We need that strip in Manhattan; we’d have enough weapons if we took that back.”
“So we go to war with a motorcycle club then?” That didn’t exactly sound smart, but I knew El Peligro could handle it. Henry would help us ensure we had enough men to win.
Kingston continued to stare at the car Presley had just gotten in and then blew out one last smoke cloud. “We do whatever it takes to keep her safe. Even if it means we lose ourselves along the way.”
He tossed his smoke down, but I kept mine between my lips, watching as the black armored car rolled down the drive. They weren’t listening to us about Adrian, and it was the most danger they’d ever placed Presley in because of it. Just the idea of her going with him to Italy terrified the shit out of me, but there wasn’t anything we could do beyond building our strength in El Peligro and coming for him.
The calling card for El Peligro was the king of hearts, perhaps that’s all we were now.
Just two lost kings in search of our broken queen.
