Page 112 of When Kings Fall

“With Lynch dead you’d be completely free and clear,” Roman spoke.

He took a moment to absorb it all, then he gave a reluctant nod. “You’ve got me. Only fucking way to survive.”

Damn straight it was.

After what he’d been a part of, he was fucking lucky that was even on the table for him.

“All right,” Levi said, folding his arms across his chest. “So, for your part, we need the cameras downed in the elevator.”

“What? How the hell am I gonna convince a paranoid fuck like Malcolm to do that?”

“Make it clear what a paranoid fuck you are. You have intel he needs, valuable intel. It gives you leverage to get in the door in the way you feel comfortable. You can also make it clear what I’m capable of, that I have the ability to tap into his entire surveillance system and work it to my will.”

“Shit, he’ll probably down the whole thing after he tells Lynch that,” Colt commented.

“I’ll take care of it,” Kyle assured us.

Levi stepped into his space and growled, “Make sure you do, or the deal’s off, and I guarantee you won’t make it out of there alive.”

Kyle nodded vehemently.

With that, Levi stepped back and wrapped his arm around Bree.

He looked out at us and gave us a chin lift.

Things were in place.

The time had come.

It was on.

27

~Levi~

I stood on the periphery of a battle I’d been craving for six whole years.

I could almost taste the coming victory on my tongue.

We’d already defeated so many of our enemies, men who’d thought themselves kings.

Royce Humphrey, Tommy Dixon, Peter Hall.

Tonight, the last twisted king would fall.

Brianna, my dad, and I stood with Kyle as he made the call to Malcolm Lynch to confirm the shutdown of the security system in and around the twenty-five story apartment building. He was actually bringing it really well and playing up his paranoia and fear to a T.

It was frustrating waiting for it to happen, knowing how quickly and efficiently I could see to it on my own. But if I cut it myself, it would alert Lynch that an attack was imminent. Given how important the element of surprise was in this particular case, we couldn’t have that.

As we were waiting in the shadows of an alley opposite our target location, four of my dad’s guys who he’d been able to bring in on this on short notice—part of his security unit—were over on the other side at the south side of the building with Mason and Colt waiting on our word to move in once the security system was down. They’d be taking the stairwells and putting down all Osiris members who they encountered.

I stared at the live feed of the penthouse where our chief target was located. I’d accessed his system through a covert backdoor route, a weakness I’d identified in the system—far too easily—to get a lay of the land. I’d been able to give Mason’s team the precise current locations of the Osiris members scattered throughout the building, while I’d also been able to determine that there were six members stationed on the penthouse floor with Lynch.

Curt Walker was tapped into us via COMMs waiting on our word to move it too so he could take out the remaining members located elsewhere, their locations I’d been able to determine with ease now that everything else had fallen into place.

We couldn’t have him move in before we did, because any one of the shitheads could notify Lynch that they were being set upon, which would alert him to the fact that something major was up, thus ruining our element of surprise.

Finally, I watched as the security system I was viewing on my phone went dead.

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