She could have had that love with Ben.
“Uhm, should I get the tarp now?” Lou asked. “I actually brought one because I know Lucy was invited and said she couldn’t come, but you never know.”
Lucy Brooke Flanders. Kenzie liked her. She was a lot like Kala. Which was probably why her twin viewed the slightly younger woman as her nemesis.
Charlotte went to stand in front of the girl, towering over her in her Louboutins. She stared at her and said nothing. Sosa kept crying.
“I was hungry. He was kind to me,” she insisted. “Please not to be hurting my baby.”
“Mom, don’t kill her,” Tasha said. “It’s got to be bad luck on my wedding day.”
“She’s not going to kill her.” Kala sank down to the chaise, obviously ready for the drama. “But we might need that tarp.”
There was a brief knock on the door, and her Uncle Alex appeared. He was in a tux, like most of the men, and had a harried look on his face. He glanced around the room and winced. “Sorry. I got caught helping Li after Dai… Well, it’s all good now. No damages. Why is there a strange girl covered in cake tied up in the bridal suite?”
“She’s having my baby,” her father replied simply.
“Shit. She’s the one who’s been trying to kill you?” Alex asked,reaching the obvious conclusion as to why her father would threaten to disrupt his eldest daughter’s wedding.
“I don’t know.” Kala always had to poke the bear. “Dad does like a Russian mob princess.”
Her mother snorted. “Ona ne printsessa. Ona obuchennaya ulichnaya krysa.”
That was harsh. “I don’t think she’s a street rat. Rude, much, Mom? And I don’t know how trained she is since she thought it would be smart to plant a bomb on Dad’s Nav in broad daylight.”
“Also, she impugned the reputation of said car,” Kala pointed out.
Her mom glanced over at Alex. “Could you please have a few of the bodyguards escort our friend here to the club? I’ll deal with her after the wedding. For now, I’m going to watch my daughter marry the man of her dreams and have some champagne. I’ll be in a better mood later, but we need to figure out what’s going on.”
Kenzie knew. “Huisman’s done playing around. I know the hackers haven’t settled on who put out that hit, but we know it’s Huisman.” She looked back at her sister, who was marrying the man of her dreams. “You look gorgeous. Don’t worry about this. You’ll be on your honeymoon soon, and Kala will have a new chew toy.”
Everyone looked to her twin, who simply shrugged. “That’s fair.”
Kala was pretty self-aware. It was time to get this thing moving. And bythingKenzie meant life. Her life.
Her sister looked stunning and she was about to start her marriage, and her other sister was married to the man she’d been in love with since she was a kid, and Lou was happy with TJ and they’d gotten a rescue dog, and her parents were still happy pervs after all these years. So happy they would never believe the other would cheat. Because they wouldn’t.
And Kenzie was lying around all sad and shit. So sad she was a bit worried Bud Two had caught her depression.
She wasn’t going to let one man bust her life down.
“I don’t think I like sound of this,” Sosa said. “I will not to be going anywhere with you. Call the police.”
But Uncle Alex worked fast now that he wasn’t solving whatever disaster her cousin Daisy had caused. Probably a fire. Or a lightning strike. Once Daisy managed to accidently let a snake out of its cage and they had an extra party guest.
Landon Vail and Ross Brighton walked in. Landon was the son of one of Uncle Sean’s partners, Eric Vail, and his wife, Deena. Ross was the son of Dallas Police Assistant Chief in charge of Investigations, Derek Brighton, and his wife Karina, who was a kick-ass private investigator. While Ross worked with his dad and not at McKay-Taggart, the man would know how to not let a potential suspect go.
But also, it was handy since Sosa had offered. “There you go. He’s a police detective. Ross, I know it’s hard to believe but this is a trained, paid assassin who probably works for a group who will murder her if she hits the county jail. She would like you to bring her in.”
Her mom winked her way. “Well played, baby girl. If she’s with a syndicate, they don’t like it when you hit the local jail system.”
Sosa had gone a pasty white. Well, pastier than she had been. Girl could use some sun. “Fine. I’ll go with your thugs.”
“Hurtful,” Landon said, a hand on his chest. “Also, it sucks that I’m going to miss this. I was told there’s an open bar.”
“Not for us, buddy,” Ross said, helping Sosa up. “Let’s get her to the club. I don’t suppose you want me to get professionally involved.”
“No. This is unfortunately Agency business, and she probably would get whacked in jail. I suspect there’s more of her out there,” her father explained.
