Page 3 of Knights Game

“Suicide doable?”

“Unlikely, probably going to need to burn his body.”

“Car crash it is.” I turn to the now ringing phone on my desk. The caller ID displays my uncle's name, and I hold it up, waving it at Roman.

This is going to be fun.

“It’s done,” I answer before he has a chance to say anything.

“Is he still breathing?” John's deep, commanding voice fills my ear. Deciding Roman should hear the fallout of my decision, I put it on speaker and lay it on the desk.

“What do you think?”

“Levi said to keep him breathing.”

“I don’t give a shit what Levi said. That’s the sixth shipment that’s fucked up. He’s been working with the Albanians. Roman confirmed it this morning.”

“How?” my uncle probes.

“I followed him,” Roman answers, pulling off his gloves with a satisfying smacking sound and puts them in another Ziplock bag.

“The fuck?” I mouth.

He shrugs, then continues. “He met with Aldo Marku this morning, and an unidentified man. They were together no longer than ten minutes. When he left, he got into the vehicle with the unidentified man. I followed them to the dock, at which point they met with a National Crime Agency team and Border force and raided our shipping container and warehouse.”

“You’re sure of this?”

I roll my eyes. “If Roman says it, he’s sure,” I reply tightly. “We should have shot your man after the first cock-up!”

“Patience, Luca. There are moving parts that you aren’t aware of.”

I meet Roman’s eyes and he frowns, shaking his head.

“Care to enlighten me?”

“All in good time, cousin,” Levi says, joining the call. “You fucked up, Luca.”

I pick up my lighter and spin it between my fingers, his smarmy voice grating on me. My whole life I’ve lived within this ridiculous hierarchy, respecting my elders. Respect the Covenant. Respect Levi, the heir to the Weston seat, to my Uncle John’s seat.

People easily forget the past if it doesn’t help them with their future, and that seat Levi is desperate for, it’s mine by birthright.

John shouldn’t be sitting in it now; it should be my father. But after his death, it was handed to John, and in turn my mother was forced to take back her maiden name.

Knight.

When John took the reins, he made sure that seat would never be mine. Not with Levi around.

“We knew Steven was working for the Marku's, but what we didn’t know was who their contact in the government was, and how far up it goes. That information, cousin, has died with him.”

“We just lost one hundred and fifty million pounds,” I say quietly, grinding my teeth. “If you knew the Albanians have government contacts you should have told me. Roman knows people.”

“As do we,” John says. “And for that reason, we needed it contained.”

“Bullshit. Why are you not giving me all the facts?”

“Because we gave you an instruction. You don’t need all the information if you just do as you’re fucking told,” Levi snaps.

“I’m not a lapdog and I’m not your personal lackey, Levi. Do you think the other families will allow this to continue if we keep cocking up the shipments? They will have our heads.”

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