CHAPTER ONE
KAGE
I sit in my club, watching the girls dance in their cages, as Psycho sits across from me, opening and closing his knife, and getting on my last fucking nerve.
“She hasn’t come to talk to you?”
My attention snaps to him.
“Who?”
“Stop looking at your fucking whores and listen to me. The new Assistant District Attorney.”
I shake my head no before saying, “Not yet. Bones said there was a new one, but he didn’t say anything else.”
Touching the tip of his knife, he growls with obvious anger.
“She is trying to make a name for herself, and apparently her way of doing that is going after our family.”
We have most of law enforcement, including the prosecutor’s office, in our pocket. A do-gooder is dangerous for us, because they can’t be bought. As a mafia family, the only legitimate businesses we are involved in are fronts. This club, for example. I use it to launder money, although I do rather enjoy the cage dancers. There’s something about a half naked woman trapped within the bars that does it for me. Who am I kidding? Anyone trapped in a cage fills me with a joy it shouldn’t.
Keeping a person caged like an animal is intoxicating. The wide eyes, the rapid heart rate, the way they glance around, hoping for a way to escape, before they accept there is none. The begging, screaming, crying. It’s a high I’ve never gotten from a drug.
“Kill her.”
The solution is obvious to me, and I have no idea why Psycho hasn’t already done it.
He glares at me as he licks the small amount of blood from his blade.
“Why haven’t I thought of that?” He rolls his eyes like I’m an idiot.
“Bones told me not to, and I quote, ‘touch a hair on her head’.”
Leaning forward, I pour us both another couple of shots of whiskey.
I pick mine up and take a gulp, as Psycho downs his drink in an instant.
“This is why I should’ve been the head of the family. Bones thinks too much.”
Focusing on my drink, I don’t respond, because anything I say will make him see red, more than he already is.
My father made many mistakes, most of them involving our youngest sibling, Reaper. Putting Bones at the head of our organization, instead of Psycho, was not a mistake. If he said not to kill the new ADA, there’s a reason. Bones does very little without having solid thought behind it.
He rises from his chair, clearly done with our conversation.
“Where are you going?”
With a vicious grin, he says, “I’ve got a guy I’ve been torturing for a week. I think he’s probably ready for round three. Besides, you’re probably ready to get your dick sucked, and I don’t want to be around to watch that.”
I chuckle at everything he said. Fucking Psycho. I’ve seen his method of torture enough times to know it by heart.
Cut. Watch them bleed. Stitch them up. Rinse and repeat.
My oldest brother is a fan of blood. The rest of us can live with or without it. For Psycho, though, it’s not a want, it’s a need. He craves it, like a thirsty man wandering the desert craves water. He was right though, I’m ready for a blow job.
It’s not about the girl, it’s about the release, so it doesn’t matter who she is. Katrina has been eyeing me all night, with her pleading brown eyes. She’ll do. I motion her over and she knows the drill, immediately dropping to her knees. I groan in frustration as my phone rings, vibrating on the table. Of course, the name Bones flashes across the screen. Every fucking time. I swear my brother is the biggest cock blocker on the planet.
“What?” I growl as I answer, my cock in Katrina’s throat while she stares at me, wondering if she should continue.
“Get over to the house. We have a problem.”
I roll my eyes and, as if he can see me, he says, “Now, Kage. This is not a fucking request.” Before I have a chance to respond, he disconnects the call.
“Sorry, sweetheart. Next time.”
Getting up off her knees, she looks at me with those big Bambi eyes.
“Call me.”
I chuckle as I zip my pants up and head out of my club. We both know she’d love it if I called her, and we both know I won’t. Women in our world are disposable. I will die a bachelor, getting my dick sucked by random women. I don’t hide the man I am. They know. I’m a pig and I’m okay with it. I’ll never be the man that my brothers Bones and Reaper have turned into. Monogamy is for pussies. It’s something I’ll never understand, and I have no intention of trying to.
I roll up to Bones’ house and quickly park before heading to the door. Kissing my sister-in-law Athena on the cheek, I go to his office, where I know he’s waiting.
Opening the door, I see that my other brothers are already here, and Bones scowls at me.
“It’s about fucking time you grace us with your presence.”
I take a seat on the black leather couch beside Psycho, and roll my eyes.
“Sorry for the delay, Master.”
Psycho snorts and chuckles beside me, while Bones flashes me a death glare.
“Don’t fucking start, Kage. I’m pissed off enough as it is.”
We all sit quietly, waiting for him to tell us what the problem is. Judging by the tic in his jaw, there is one, beyond my asshole behavior. Reaper sits on the other side of Psycho, and asks, “What happened?”
“One of our shipments was intercepted.”
I ask, “What was taken?”
He rubs his temples as he answers me, “AR-15s.”
“Fuck,” we all respond in unison.
Psycho asks, “Do we have any leads?”
He nods slowly, with a glint in his eye, and I know someone is dying today, but not before my brother breaks some bones.
“We need to go to Warehouse seven, and have a little chat with Gino and his crew.”