“And Titan—”
“I don’t need to go down memory lane,” Titan interrupts him. “I’m very well aware what I’ve done in my life.”
“I bet you enjoy fucking that wife of yours.” He licks his lips, ignoring him.
Titan fists his hands, taking in a deep breath.
“Let’s talk about you.” I smile, knowing that going to the Mason brothers was the best thing to do. I knew they’d bring him to us. He’s been hiding. Knowing the connection we have with our client. But running will get you nowhere. “You’ve been fucking over some very important clients.”
He snorts. “I haven’t fucked over anyone. It was a misunderstanding.”
“Ten million dollars is more than a misunderstanding,” Bones adds.
“What are you going to do, Bones?” He arches a brow. “Make me apologize?” Throwing his head back, he laughs at himself. I think he’s forgetting he’s the one in the cage.
“The only thing our client wants to hear is you choking on your own blood as it spills from your throat,” I state.
His eyes narrow on me as he straightens in his cell. For a man with limited mobility, he seems to think he’s God. “He could never touch me!” he hisses. “I have men who would destroy him.”
“You don’t own an army, Kale,” Grave tells him. “You have puppets that do as you tell them. Anyone can take control of those strings at any time.”
“Is that why you’re here?” He starts yanking on the bars. “Huh? To take what’s mine?” He bares his teeth like a rabid dog.
He knows he’s fucked.
“My men will destroy you and everyone you fucking love if anything happens to me,” Kale warns. “Fucking bury you with all those other bodies you hide out in the desert.”
“That’s a chance we’re willing to take,” Bones informs him. “Turner.”
He pulls a new set of keys from his pocket and walks over to the cell. He unlocks it, pulling the door open wide.
Kale steps farther into his cell until his back is hitting the concrete wall. “I had a deal … I’ll get him the diamonds. If he goes back on it …”
“We made a better one,” I say, stepping into the cell. “We get half the shipment just for killing you.”
“No …”
“We already gutted one of your men. He had six.” We returned those to the client. We won’t be keeping the other half—our payment. That’s what we owe the Mason brothers. They held up their end, so we’ll hold up ours. That’s how business works. We don’t need the rest of the shipment promised to us by our client. We’ll kill this sick bastard for free.
“That’s not how this works!” he snaps.
“The game can change at any time,” Bones tells him, coming to stand beside me. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his knife and flips it open. “I have a feeling you’ve swallowed something you shouldn’t have.”
He goes to run past us, but I grab the back of his shirt and yank him off his feet, slamming him down to the concrete floor. Bending down, I press my knee into his neck while Grave holds his hands above his head. Titan straddles his legs, and just like the last guy, Bones rips his shirt open.
“Open up,” I say.
He screams, trying to fight us, and Bones places the blade into his mouth just as Kale closes it. The blade cutting him. Blood instantly fills his mouth, and he starts to choke on it.
“Boy, Bianchi would love to see this.” Bones sighs, as if he’s sad our client isn’t here to see what he paid us to do.
“Oh, he is,” Turner adds, and we look up at him. He casually leans up against the inside of the cell. This is a typical day for him. He points at a black dome in the middle of the room.
Mr. Bianchi—Luca’s dad—made a deal with this sorry son of a bitch. It would have been a great partnership if Kale hadn’t fucked him over. Now we’ll own it. Just one more way for us to own this city.
Bones pulls the knife out, and the rest of us let Kale go. He rolls onto his stomach getting up onto his hands and knees, blood pouring from his mouth.
“Cough ’em up.” Grave kicks his back.
