Page 132 of River & Crown
"Why does shit always have to be hard with you?" I forced the words out in between breaths.
"How the fuck I'm making shit hard when you cut me?"
"You pulled a gun on me!" I quipped, regaining my composure. Standing up straight, I stopped my triple D's from spilling out of my bra, then adjusted my jacket.
"At my own will and not because a muthafucka commanded me to," he scoffed.
I smirked at the possibility of Honor being hurt by my actions.
"I had to, or Lucian would've killed me. As he proved in his threat, I'm disposable. You, on the other hand, seem to be the only one Lucian cares about."
"Stop letting that nigga get in your head. Lucian doesn't give a fuck about anyone."
"Lucian isn't in my head, but he obviously rents space in yours. He's threatened everyone to get you to do what he wants, but he's never threatened you. That means something, and we can use it to our advantage and knock Lucian off the board."
"Kill Lucian?" His brows knitted with the possibility of it happening. "Killing your pops really has you thinking you're invincible."
"Chosyn killed Chance, not me. If we don't kill Lucian, then Navy and Talon will die. I can't have that."
"Since when do you give a fuck?"
"About Navy... I don't. However, Talon is Cherish's father. I might hate him, but she adores him. My daughter is too young to deal with such a tragedy. So, to protect her, I'll protect Talon, and protecting him means protecting Navy and?—"
"To protect them, the head has to be severed from the body." He nodded. Honor was looking dead at me, but it was clear his focus went beyond this fucking room. "If we do this shit we gotta keep it between us. No outside help.Troppi bocche a sapere, e il piano cade a pezzi come un castello di sabbia." (Too many mouths to know, and the plan falls to pieces like a sandcastle.)
"Nigga, what?" I frowned.
"How do you wanna rule over the Mancinelli Mafia and sit as one-third of the Sovereign Circle when you don't speak their language?"
"With you as my second, I'll be fine."
"We knock Lucian off you won't?—"
The room door opening put us both on high alert. Honor aimed his gun before the shadow could become visible. My Glock came out to play just as I put a name to the face.
"Wolfe." I smirked.
A flicker of suspicion crossed his face. His eyes swept from Honor to me, then back to Honor.
"We're ready to head out."
Walking past me, Honor tucked his gun into the small of his back and left the room with Wolfe. I shook my head, slid my Glock into its holster, then bent down to grab my necklace from the floor. After fastening it around my neck, I sauntered out of the room and onto the elevator and called Kage.
"You straight?" he asked, his tone raspier than normal.
"Yeah. I'm coming down now."
"Cool 'cause these niggas hopping into a suburban as we speak."
"I'm on my way."
Ending the call, I closed my eyes, giving myself a moment to allow the weaker parts of myself to move to the forefront. A few tears slipped from my lashes, catching me off guard but reminding me of those feelings I tried my best to hide.
"I want you to kill my son."
The words echoing in my head were loud and taunting. Why would Lucian want his son dead? The game was continuing to be played, but the moves didn't make sense. An Italian mafia, no matter how progressive, wouldn't allow a black woman to run a family. We were good enough to reproduce with but sit in a seat of power... they would never allow it. The goal was always to kill Lucian,butTalon was supposed to be alive to wear the mask of power that I controlled. Lucian randomly wanting him dead wasn't sitting right. As the elevator doors opened, I texted Talon.
Me:
