He said something low.
Cold.
Dark.
“Les vieux rois sont enterrés quand ils oublient qui a construit le trône sous eux.”Old kings are getting buried when they forget who built the throne under them.
I didn’t respond. Just nodded.
Because I understood exactly what he meant.
The warehouse came into view a few minutes later.
Laveau territory.
Security already posted outside.
Men who had been there long before me.
And men who would be answering to me by the end of the night if things didn’t go my way.
I parked the car.
Engine off.
Ares didn’t move right away.
Neither did I.
He looked at me.
“Handle your business in there. Let him know you ain’t a kid anymore.”
I stepped out.
Inside the warehouse, the lights were bright and unforgiving.
My father stood at the center. Like I was still the boy who needed his approval.
Men stood around watching.
Waiting.
Madam Laveau was there too.
Of course she was.
Watching everything like it was entertainment.
My father looked at me.
Then his eyes slid past me to Ares walking in behind.
He smirked.
And spoke
Something slick.
