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“Quinn, I’m happy we’re doing this.”
“Me too,” he said. “For them.”
“For them,” I repeated.
This would be fun. I hadn’t killed in a long time. Our fathers would pay for taking our mothers from us.
***P***
Two hours later, Quinn, Bonnie, and I joined the party. A woman named Micaela, who Quinn dated years ago, kept him occupied at one of the tall slate gray cocktail tables. They smiled at each other like it had been too long since they last spoke. Hopefully she enjoyed his time while she could. I wouldn’t be surprised if more women came to the party within the hour, vying for Quinn’s attention.
My gaze took in the orangish, red sky. The sun dipped lower and lower, reminding me darkness was upon us. The orangish, red sky was beautiful, but I hoped it wasn’t an indication of what was to come tonight. War. No. I squeezed my eyes shut. Quinn and I would get Dad and Uncle Anson alone and end them once and for all.
For you, Mom, and Aunt Mae.
Opening my eyes, I exhaled, gaining control of the panic that attempted to take residence within, whispering in my ear that I couldn’t follow through. Quickly, I pushed panic aside, taking control of my body. Determination rose to the surface. And a smile sparked my lips as my gaze scanned the expansive outdoor space, calming me. The lush greenery was littered with sitting stations equipped with outdoor sofas, tables, and fire bowls. Four bartenders manned the long wooden bar in the outdoor kitchen. Some guests slapped a beach ball back and forth in the Olympic sized pool. Others sat or stood in small clusters, chatting while eating and drinking. The DJ waved his hand in the air from his rainbow colored booth, hyping the crowd. He played all the popular music. Franco kept a possessive hand on my hip.
“Hmm, what do we have here?” Franco growled as he took in the two men and the woman approaching.
He was ready to kill any man from my past who I dated or had a crush on me.
“Franco don’t even think about it,” I bit out.
“Kennedy.” Kitura grinned, moving closer.
A yellow bodice dress clung to her toned, thick frame.
I stepped into her embrace.
“Missed you, girl,” she said.
“I missed you too.” I inched back. “You look amazing.”
Short, dark coils adorned her head. The bronze lipstick drew attention to her plump lips.
Kitura batted her long eyelashes as a smile lifted her caramel high cheek bones. “You do too.”
“Thanks, Kitura.” I smiled.
Damon and Orson hugged me next. They were brothers. Orson was the oldest. He was twenty-seven. Damon was twenty-five. Kitura was the same age as me.
“This is my husband, Franco DeLuca.”
“Nice to meet you all. Kennedy only had good things to say about each of you.”
A handsome smile lifted Damon’s chocolate cheeks. That smile made Kitura’s knees weak. They’d been an item for a while now. They couldn’t show affection in Dad’s presence. He would’ve separated them. Damon was built like a lean basketball player at six five. He had skills on the court, too. Basketball was his favorite pastime when we weren’t out making drug deals and killing our enemies.
Orson was about six two. He loved black women. He preferred mocha and hickory brown skinned women. And they loved his quick, sly tongue. He didn’t take shit from those on the street. If anyone showed me disrespect, Orson handled them.
“We miss her,” Damon said, lifting his arms in the crisp white dress shirt. The first three buttons were undone.
“She was a true queen of the south,” Orson cackled, in his money green suit. The first three buttons on his white dress shirt were also undone. That was the normal evening attire on a warm night in San Antonio.
We burst into laughter.
“Seriously, we miss you,” Orson stated.
Kitura tilted her head to the side. “Never thought we’d see you on your father’s property again. You know, since you left abruptly. And didn’t say goodbye.” She brought a glass of vodka neat to her lips. One thing was for certain: my team could drink.
