25. Parker
PARKER
I t had been a week since Andre, Grey, and I had holed up in my office for two full days. We reviewed the plans I had in place, and where I thought the weak spots were in Vincente’s armor.
All in all, it had been a great bonding experience.
How many other brothers could say they got closer while plotting their father’s murder?
I laughed. Not many. Maybe not even a few.
Now all we had to do was sit back and reap the rewards of all my hard work.
“Let’s go out today.” I pushed the rope down on the ring where Andre and Grey were having a pleasant sparring session.
I’d already had my turn. With Andre, thank fuck. For all the progress we made in my office, Grey still harbored ill feelings. He enjoyed my pain whenever he got the chance.
Currently, in the ring, Andre got a kidney shot in on Grey and yelled his triumph. Grey grunted and followed up with a hit right to the chin.
I winced as Andre’s eyes rolled back in his head.
Ouch. Grey had a punch like steel.
“Out.” Andre tapped Grey’s shoulder with a taped hand. “I’m out for now.” He panted and rubbed his chin. “Where?” He glanced at me. It wasn’t the shining endorsement I wanted, but I’d take heedful possibilities over a flat-out no.
“Let’s go to the mainland. Or even Chile. The sky’s the limit…” I bounced the rope in faux thoughtfulness. “Or we could go to Vicente’s city.”
“Hell fucking no,” Grey growled, slipping between the ropes. He tossed Andre a water bottle and opened his own.
“Not going to happen. There are too many things that could go wrong.” Andre shot my dreams down like the bastard that he was.
“We’ve been working for an entire week to implement these plans. I’ve been gathering this intel for years. I deserve to see it play out.” I pulled the rope out and let go. It recoiled from the force while Andre and Grey stared at me.
“And do what? We all go on a merry fucking family outing?” Andre snapped. “Take Amorette and Lafe too?”
Lafe had been an ass. I had only seen him twice, but each time he had deep circles under his eyes and foul words on his lips. I take that back. He was just foul. He also smelled like he hadn’t showered in a few days.
“Maybe. Or if you’re concerned it’s dangerous, the three of us could go. Hell, I could go. But I’m trying out this new brotherly concept where we do things together.” I smirked, and Grey rolled his eyes while Andre studied his water bottle.
“It wouldn’t be a bad idea if we go to oversee our plans. But we’d have to be careful. Fly to the coast and take a boat into one of the private docks so Vicente doesn’t know we’re there.”
Santa mierda . Andre was actually considering it.
I slapped my thigh. “Done. We’ll also have to take a smaller contingent of guards. Be less conspicuous, and also make sure the compound is protected. We’ll also have an escape route just in case.”
“Agreed. We’ll take ten,” Andre said as he climbed over the ropes. Grey was shutting down the gym, not interested in logistics. The bastard only cared about fighting, fucking, and his freedom to do both as he pleased. I rolled my eyes.
“Five. Ten isn’t that low-key, brother.” I ripped the tape off and helped shut down the gym. “We’ll meet at the chopper in,” I glanced at the time on my phone, “two hours.” That would give us plenty of time to see everything go down.
After a few disgruntled waves, we were getting ready in our apartments. I almost wished Little Love was going. I was fucking horny planning the demise of Vicente’s reign, and this was absolutely the kind of outing where I’d pick a girl for a little public play.
Would Amorette let me force her to her knees in a crowded room?
I shivered.
Better yet, I’d love to bend her over in front of me as I stared my father in the eyes. He hated public displays of any kind. Like that said a man was weak.
Fuck that. I used sex as a weapon against him any chance I could, just because it made him angry. It was the little rebellions that made life worth living.
I turned on the shower as obscene images of Little Love repeatedly played inside my head.
Mm. Maybe I’d set her on the table before me and pull her panties to the side. Give her perfect little clit a slow lick. Then I’d tease her while men conducted business around us. No one would dare look at her.
She was ours.
I’d never eaten a woman out in public. It was all about my gratification and a big fuck you to Vicente. Not that I left them wanting. I definitely made sure they walked away satisfied. Why else would they come back in droves for a chance to play?
But for Little Love? I’d happily feast on her pussy.
I reached down and stroked my hard cock as I stepped under the hot spray. Her tiny hand would feel even better. Fucking Grey, the lucky pendejo .
Barely three strokes, and I came all over the white tile.
* * *
The small, chartered boat was barely more than a rusted-out heap.
“Really, Andre? This is the best you could do?” I asked, raising one brow at him.
His mirrored sunglasses showed my own reflection staring back at me.
“Anything flashier and Vicente would get word that we’re here.”
“Like he’s not going to know we’re here anyway?” Grey pushed his sunglasses up and started uncoiling the rope to tie us to the dock.
“I’m sure he will, but every minute counts.”
Two very old men stood at the dock leaning on their walking sticks and watching us approach under the bill of their hats. We weren’t moving that fast, with how shallow the water was. And this particular entrance to the island was more marsh than straight sand.
Still, it was a gorgeous day. The sun shone bright, and the crystalline water shimmered almost too brilliantly.
A perfect day for our revenge.
“ Hola! Hola! ” one of the men called and waved, while the other used his stick to pull the end of our boat to their dock. They both erupted into furious movements as Grey helped them tie us in place.
Water sloshed over the floor of the boat as we stepped out. Given its decrepit state, I wasn’t convinced it wasn’t from a hole in the boat.
Andre tipped the men and thanked them, and we piled into a waiting car. Our men were in a boat behind us, and they had their own vehicle waiting behind ours. This wasn’t exactly the low-key traveling I’d had in mind, but I’d take my wins where I could get them.
Everything we had planned today shouldn’t require us to do too much anyway. I just wanted a front-row seat to the bloodshed.
Andre, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, watched the second boat dock. “You sure this is a good mission for Jorge?”
I shrugged. “He wanted to come.”
“Blanca has become a friend to Amorette, though. It will go sour if her brother dies today.” Grey pulled his glasses down to watch the men enter the car behind us in the side view mirror.
“Blanca understands life is short. She understands why. It’s Little Love that doesn’t,” I murmured as I took out my phone to validate that everything was in place. “Think Doc will be happy to see you?” I flicked my gaze at Grey.
He was the one who “delivered” Vicente’s message, after all.
Grey grinned and glanced over his shoulder at me in the backseat. “He loves me. Don’t let him fool you.”
Andre grunted under his breath, then pulled onto the road.
The men behind us followed but left enough space between us so it wasn’t overtly obvious we were together.
It also helped that we were in shitty seventies cars with a rusted-out paint job rather than the regular sleek bulletproof SUVs we usually traveled in.
The fifteen-minute ride to Doc’s was filled with tense silence. Andre because he thought too fucking much. He was probably reviewing all the different scenarios of how this could go wrong or how we could fuck it up if our plans went right.
I did the same thing, but without a giant stick up my ass. My silence was from the building anticipation. I could barely sit still; I was so fucking excited.
Then there was Grey. Who, if I had to bet, was thinking about being balls-deep inside Little Love right now.
When we pulled up to Doc’s modest house, we pulled around back into his garage.
His neighborhood was in the rougher part of the city.
Not that this was rough. Not by any standards.
He had a two-story house and the garage in the back alley fit four cars, and the building next to it was set up for his practice.
He only saw his favorite patients in the house.
Vicente was always relegated to the building. I snickered.
The garage doors opened for us, and we pulled in without issues. The alley was clear. No one was around to see us enter. Not unusual since Doc owned this entire street.
“My boys,” Doc greeted us with a wide gapped-tooth smile and open arms when we climbed out.
He wasn’t tall, and age seemed to diminish his height a little more each year.
His skin was wrinkled like rough, old leather, and his cheeks and temples creased with a hundred lines as he smiled.
But his eyes couldn’t hide his intelligence with his thick glasses that magnified them.
He said his hellos to our men, looking them over and inquiring about some of their families. Our men mostly grew up close to our island, but Doc had been there a time or two to patch us up.
His pinky was gone, courtesy of Grey. He was also missing an extra tooth that he’d had the last time I’d seen him. Little Love would be mortified to know Grey dishes out so much pain to someone who didn’t deserve it.
Then again, maybe she’d understand a little pain was worth his life.
If Grey hadn’t delivered a visible message, Vicente would have done much worse and delivered a brutal death that extended to his family too.
“Doc.” Andre greeted, dipping his head. Doc was having none of the formality. He brought Andre into a hug and heartily slapped him on the back. Then he gave the same affectionate hello to Grey and me.