“Hey …”
“Don’t leave your sister’s side,” I growl.
He nods quickly. “I know the plan.”
I lied to Alexa. We are here for Ethan, but we’re also here for other reasons. We didn’t want to leave the girls at home, so I made sure Derek came along to be the babysitter. “We won’t be long.” I shove him away. Just because he’s decided to kiss our asses doesn’t mean I have to like him. I love his sister, not him, but I might as well make him useful. He’ll be family one day since I’m going to marry Alexa. If I have it my way, someday soon.
“Let’s go,” I say, throwing what’s left of my drink back.
“Cross …?”
“I’ll be right back,” I tell Alexa. “Do not leave this bar. You understand?”
She nods. “Of course.” Leaning up on her tiptoes, she kisses my lips, and a growl forms deep in my throat at the reminder this is the last place I want to be tonight, but business calls.
“Hurry back.” She smiles up at me. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
The Airport sits on two-hundred-and-fifty acres, has five stories of the original airport, and turned the Mason Towers—what was once a hotel next to it—into apartments they rent out. But underneath the airport is where the Mason brothers play.
The Kings and I make our way downstairs to the underground tunnels. The existing, functional airport had a bomb shelter back in the seventies.
They have safe rooms that the Masons use as prison cells. They have their own law enforcement at the Airport. Like the Kings, they don’t put up with shit. They even hung four guys once for trying to steal from them. Made them an example. I can appreciate a man who takes action. Words are meaningless in our businesses.
We make our way down through the brightly lit tunnels and take a right at the end. Turner stands there dressed in a three-piece suit in front of a black metal door. “Kings.”
“You have something for us?” Bones asks, getting to the point. He hates them but understands they can be useful at times. Now is one of them.
“The Masons always deliver,” he states before unlocking the door and pushing it open. The joints creak so loud it makes my teeth hurt.
We step inside, where cages line either side of a single aisle. It smells like rotten eggs and sour milk. The first two jail cells are empty on either side but the third on the right has a man in it. He’s lying on the concrete floor, naked and shivering in the fetal position with his back to us.
We pass a few more empty ones and come to another door at the end. Turner pulls a key out of his pocket and unlocks the padlock, pushing it open.
We step inside a large room. It’s not lit up like the cell block was. It’s darker with a musty smell. Inside the room is a much bigger cell than the others we passed to get here.
Solitude!Some just don’t play well with others, even while in a cage.
A man is standing in the middle of it with his back to us.
At the sound of us entering, he turns around. “The Kings.” He gives an evil smile, making his face look like the Grinch. If he grew a full beard and hadn’t washed in a month.
We say nothing.
He walks over to the door to his cage and sticks his hands through the bars so he can grip them. “What do I owe this pleasure?”
“Kale, it’s been a while,” Bones states.
He snorts. “Last time I saw you, you were still sucking on your mother’s tit. Can’t say I blame you; she had a nice rack.”
Grave goes to step forward, but Bones stops him with a hand on his chest.
Kale laughs. “Grave, still so sensitive.”
His chest heaves with deep breaths. It’s taking everything he has not to kill him right here, right now.
“Cross.” His dark eyes turn to me. “I never thought you’d have the balls to kill that son of a bitch father of yours. But good for you. That paid me five grand, ya know?”
Kale Freeman was a friend of our father’s. He wanted to be a Wisemen, but there was no place for a fourth. Our fathers pissed him off, so he went out on his own. Diamonds were his niche. Rare, expensive diamonds. I have to give it to him; he’s made himself known in Sin City and is worth billions of dollars. Too bad he fucked over the wrong people.
