Page 50 of Royally Lucky

“I’ll be there in a second. Save a couple of waffles for me.”

“Andre is in there with the girls,” King said, watching Sutton walk through the entryway toward the back of the house where the huge kitchen was.

“I tried calling Jeter and Vittoria. Neither of them are answering my calls. The hotel said they never checked out, yet their things are no longer there.” He ran his hand down his chin.

“Keys said there is no sign that Frankie has your brother or Vittoria. When he and Taysey left the casino, the cameras captured them for miles until they hit a tunnel several hoursaway. That’s when they boarded a boat down in San Diego. The vessel’s name was Daciana. We’ve been tracking it, and trust me, there have been no flights landing near the waterways where they could’ve hightailed it to any location near Jeter and his wife.”

“Okay, that’s reassuring. Fuck, I should’ve called and given them a heads-up about the shit going on back here. I was going to send a detail to protect them but thought they were safe since they were out of the country.” He wasn’t usually a talker. Sure, he could and would when the need arose. In his line of business, he was the one who ordered. Often times he listened and sent others to handle shit. When it came time for him to talk, he’d already gone through several scenarios, which meant he did not need to speak anymore. He chose his words deliberately for maximum accuracy, but they were few. A man of his word meant he kept his.

“Your brother and Vittoria were in Paris. That’s a far cry from California. If the fucker has friends who could reach them there, we’ll figure it out.”

Kendrick couldn’t counter King’s words. Hell, he hoped the man was correct. “Do you think the little shit left his cell back here?”

King tipped his head back, looking up at the ceiling. “Sheot, I never thought about that.” He pulled his phone from his back pocket. “Keys, are you able to trace Jeter’s cell?” There was a pause and a grunt. “Yeah, that was his brother’s question. Fuck, I guess I assumed he’d take it with him, too. How about Vittoria?” Another pause, this one longer.

Kendrick paced the floor in front of King’s fireplace several times, wondering how many times the man had done the same thing over difficult issues.

“Thanks, brother. Yeah, keep me posted.”

His head came up as King pocketed his phone. “Jeter left his cell at his house. Fucking idiot. Vittoria’s got hers, though. Keys is tracking it. They’re in Paris, and they’re moving. I think Frankie is fucking with us ’cause it looks like they’ve been to all the places lovers go, including the Eiffel Tower and some fancy restaurant. I’m assuming they took their luggage because they will be staying at a different hotel. I don’t know about you, but when I check out of a hotel, I don’t always go and check out since I assume the front desk will know I’m gone if it was my last day or whatever.” King cracked his knuckles.

“Obviously, Frankie the fuck has Jeter’s whereabouts or a little intel on his itinerary. Or he’s guessing. Either way, we need to get ahold of the little shit so he’s not walking around Paris without a care in the world when there could be a threat looming. Although the bastard is on some boat in the middle of the ocean, we can’t discount the fact that he could have a reach that extends to Paris.” Kendrick knew without a doubt he had people who could be in every part of Europe and several other parts of the world with the snap of his fingers. His baby brother leaving his link to not only his MC family but to him, thousands of miles away, filled him with exasperation.

“I know you’re frustrated. Trust me, I want to strangle him for his actions. When he gets back, I’ll have him doing shit he’ll hate for a week straight. He’ll learn to remember the small details like taking his motherfucking phone with him like it’s his goddamn dick.”

“I knew I liked you and not in a stick any part of you anywhere near me, asshole. I think your ole’ lady likes you and your cantankerous bits. I’d hate to explain to her why I had to remove a vital part because you were too handsy for my liking.” Kendrick shook his head with a smirk, dodging the arm King tried to place over his shoulder.

“See, you’re trying to hurt my feelings.”

“Is he trying to put the moves on you?”

Ayesha walked in wearing an apron that said Property of King with a skull wearing a crooked crown and a large set of bright red lip prints off to the side and down low.

King held his hands in the air. “Now, little dove, do you honestly think I’d ever put the moves on anyone other than you?”

She strolled into the room, hips swaying with a smile on her face. “Only if you thought it would make them uncomfortable or to torture someone.”

King looked over Ayesha’s head to where Kendrick stood and winked. “Are you feeling either of those things?”

Kendrick laughed. “No.”

“Come on. I swear I didn’t think there was a chance in hell that the lord could create another man like my husband, but for some reason, I fear they didn’t break the mold after him.” Ayesha tried to take a step back from King after she spoke. The much bigger man grabbed her by the hips, lifting her until she was eye-to-eye with him.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure they broke the mold after I was born. However, some asshole decided to put it back together, and it got a little twisted. I swear, I’m an angel.”

“Hmm, I don’t know how much I believe that. If you keep spouting all that nonsense, someone is liable to believe it.” She laughed.

King tossed her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. A loud slap filled the room, followed by her yelp. “Woman, as soon as our company is gone, I guess I’m going to have to teach you who the fuck is the boss around here. There’s a present I haven’t given you yet. I think you’ll enjoy it, or at least I will. I had it made just for you. I can’t wait to see what your lips look like wrapped around it.”

Ayesha let out a moan of pure pleasure while Kendrick’s dick jerked, thinking of Sutton’s mouth wrapped around his dick.

Another slap and moan had him hurrying ahead of the couple, giving them a little privacy while he got a chance to get his dick under control. Hell, he couldn’t walk into the kitchen with a raging boner, or they’d think he and King were doing some kinky shit. Fuck that. Eyeing a doorway to the right of the large open kitchen, he entered it when he realized it was a bathroom. When he emerged and searched for Sutton, he found her sitting at the table. She had two plates in front of her. One had half a waffle left on it, and there was a smaller one next to it, with what he assumed was the award-winning egg bake.

Ayesha stood at the large island with King next to her. A blush highlighted her cheeks as she filled a plate and handed it to her husband.

“This looks delicious, Ayesha.” It honestly looked like a restaurant setup. Her eyes brightened with his praise.

“Take a seat, and I’ll bring you a plate.” Ayesha waved toward the table.

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