Page 12 of Lawless God

There’s a pause that already tells me everything I need to know. “They took it all.”

The fucking assholes.

I keep emergency coke there for this exact case. If I don’t have money, if I don’t have the Wolves, then at least I have enough kilos to sell and survive until I find a solution.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers. That’s when I hear the pain in her voice.

“Are you okay?”

“They knocked me out good,” she rasps.

The fuckers didn’t even break in overnight. They waited for her to show up so they could hurt her in the process.

“Your brothers,” I add in a hurry. “Where are they?”

“They…” I hear her gulp even over the phone. “They went after them.”

“Call them back right the fuck now.” My order is stern, and she’s already apologizing again.

“I’m so sorry. They were fuming. I told them to wait for me to call you and see what you say.”

“Ashley,” I hiss into the phone. “If your brothers kill them, I swear to fucking God, I’m going to shove my gun up their asses. Call them. Get them back. No more deaths. Especially not on our side.”

I hang up on her, back to calling Elliot right away. I don’t even wait for him to say hello.

“Emma Scott is out of her fucking mind. She’s become the kind of bold that either means she's got everything in place to take over us, or that she’s suicidal. I’m going to go with the former.” My teeth could break with how hard my jaw tightens. “We’re not ready for a war. We’re so fucking far from ready we would get annihilated.”

“What happened?”

“We’ve got no fucking money, no suppliers, and they just stole the emergency bricks of white I was keeping at Ashley’s.”

There’s a pause while Elliot swallows the shock. “The bitch is weakening us before they attack.”

“They’re going for a full-on war,” I confirm.

I run my thumb back and forth over my lower lip as I flip through options in my head, and in none of them do the Kings come out on top.

I can hear my dad from beyond the grave.

I told you, you weren’t fit to run this crew.

“That’s when you come up with a genius plan, Kayla,” Elliot says, in a way that shows he’s counting on me. That I’m the one who always comes up with solutions.

“I will,” I say simply. Anxiety bubbles in my stomach, but I refuse to let it win. There’s a solution.

There is always a solution.

“Now would be a great time for you to spit it out. A plan, Kay. Any plan.”

“I will,” I grit out. “Give me a fucking minute, will you? I’ll come to yours. I’ll have something by the time I get there.”

I hang up immediately, ready to start a day that already feels too long.

Ivan is dressed, ready to go. “Let’s get this sorted.”

I sigh when he wraps his arms around my waist.

His soul is too pure for the things we do. My heart pinches. Guilt. It mixes with the unease of the uncertain future that awaits me.

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