Gadiel stutters over his words. He looks uncomfortable as hell. I eat this shit up.
“I….I didn’t know the reason he was deported.”
“Maybe before you bring something to the king, do your got damn research first,” Rojun says through gritted teeth. The count is not happy. I don’t blame him. Gadiel’s actions are a reflection of him.
“I apologize, my king.”
“I don’t need your apology. I need you to do your fucking job. Your jealousy and hatred for Raziel has become tiresome and is interfering with your role. I’m starting to—”
“Please, my king…”
“Did you just interrupt my father?” Cassiel asks, leaning forward in his seat. Daero places a hand on his brother’s shoulder. I’m assuming to keep him from getting up.
“Rojun,” Khalid says, turning to his count. “I’ll allow you to decide how this is resolved.”
He turns to me. “As always, you did well. Let’s keep our standing appointment to meet in the next month or two.”
“Yes, king.”
The room starts to empty out after that. I turn to find Gadiel and his three men glaring at me. I toss him a wink before I exit the room.
“What do you want us to do?” Ham asks as soon as we get on the other side of the meeting room doors.
I stop and face him. “I want you and Era to make sure the Northside club is prepared for Prince Cassiel if he decides to show up. Tell them everything is on the house. Conah, I want you to reach out to a few of your forsaken contacts. I want to know everything we have about the debt Zalex had with Xeno. When I speak with Khalid, I want to give him a full rundown.”
“Got it, Boss.”
Conah slips through the void to do what I asked.
“Where are you going?” Hamon asks.
I laugh as I tug at my shirt sleeve. “I’m going to a wedding.
Hamon and Erazel look at each other before laughing.
chapter Three
Interference
Nasiah
The chapel doors close behind my little ring-bearing cousin, leaving only me and my father in the vestibule. That feeling in my stomach intensifies. I take a calming breath to fight off the feeling of wrongness.
“Are you nervous?” Daddy asks, stepping up beside me.
People always talk about how much I look like my mother. I was almost her twin. However, there was still a lot of Romeo in me. My full lips, dark brown eyes, and dimples were all his.
“Is it that obvious?” I ask, shaking out my hands.
He chuckles. “Only a little.”
We are silent for a moment as we watch Jamieson’s niece walk through the doors of the church. The same doors close, and father and I take our places.
“Oh, by the way,” he says, tugging at his tie. “Vanessa’s going to sit up front with me and your mama.”
I turn to glare at him.
“I told you I didn’t want that.”
