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Nate’s knee starts to jiggle under his weight. I already know what he’s thinking, and under normal circumstances, I’d be all for the bloodshed, but right now, and I hate to admit this, Da
“I want peace between both of us so we can reside on each end of Riverside without the fear that one of us is going to kill each other’s family.”
“Da
“You’re a real piece of work. You need to go back into that hole you crawled out of.”
Nate’s leg gets increasingly faster.
I look up at him, unaffected. “Oh, you mean hell?”
Bishop laughs, stubbing out his cigarette in the astray. “All right, that’s enough, you two. We get it, you’re never going to like each other, but can we form this alliance for our offspring, and Brantley, for the safety of Saint?”
I stand from my chair and look out over the city of New York through the glass of Bishop’s downtown office. This is where we conduct most business meetings, but The Palace at Nate’s is where we have our Kings’ meetings. “Stay out of my way, Da
“We will stick to our side, and you stick to yours,” Da
“And if this treaty is broken?” Nate asks, and I have to hide my proud smirk as I lower myself down onto the window seat.
Bishop reaches for the paperwork that he printed off. He takes out a knife from the drawer beneath his desk and cuts his thumb. “If the treaty is broken, the next time you bleed near us will not be to sign a blood oath, and it won’t be only your blood.”
Da
“We do not,” I say, making my way to Bishop with an open palm.
And then Nate.
We all squeeze a droplet of blood beneath our names, including Da
Da
We all look down at it. The fuck. That thing never rings.
Bishop hits the answer button. “What?”
“Bishop!” Ophelia cries on the other end. “She’s dead. She’s dead. She’s dead.”