Kian Lancaster.
They call him the Paranoid Grim Reaper.
He trusts no one. He's impulsive, ruthless, and in the night he comes alive.
But, what is a King without his Queen?
Ellieandra Starr.
She's everything Kian would never trust. She's too sm...
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"There was a problem"
That was the voice of one of Kian's men, Asher, coming over the phone.
"The new shipment was tampered with. They weren't able to take much because we got there in time, but we think they knew about it"
Kian looked over to Kam, the two saying more with their eyes than their mouths could. Kian's relationship with Kam was one of complexity.
They would be known as the cold brothers. The two might look like they don't see eye to eye on things or that they hated each other and sometimes the line of that blurs, but they also had this connection with one another.
A connection so deep that they can basically speak without saying a word.
"We got a mole?" Kruz asks perking up from his position. He was standing by the window of Kian's apartment, looking out at the city while Kian sat at his desk and Kam sat on the sofa.
"Dude, I know we gotta mole" Asher crackled over the phone. He was a white dude, with blonde hair that reaches his shoulders and a slow, steady voice of a stoned surfer. Asher had come to work for him out of share curiosity because Kian still couldn't understand why a guy who had a degree in Bio and parents that were loaded wanted to be in a cartel. He chalked it up as some form of rebellion, but he wasn't sure.
Kian sighed, deciding that he had heard enough he hang up the phone. Bringing the cigar to his mouth he inhaled deeply before blowing it out.
"Who would be stupid enough to even try tamper with our shit," Kruz thought out loud, he lowered the whiskey in his hands and span around to Kam waiting for an answer.
"First, it was the Videntes trespassing, now someone is messing with our money" Kam spoke. He was the only one who had no vice.
Kian knew that smoking was bad for him. He doesn't drink because of his paranoia and he doesn't do weed or coke, but cigars helped ease his underlying anxiety.
Right now he could feel the itch running along just below his skin.
Kam directed his gaze to Kian who appeared too calm for someone who was basically getting f**ked, "What you gonna do?"
Kian took another inhale of the cigar before the haze of the smoke almost blurred him from Kam's vision and said, "No one knows about when our shipments come in. Whoever made a death wish to rob us have to be working with a mole. We just have to find that mole" he said as if it was simple.
"Yeah, and how you gone do that?" Kruz eyed the cigar in his brother's fingers. He wasn't the only one that realized that seeing a cigar in his brother's hand meant things were absolutely shit.
"Don't worry, I'll get it done" Kian concluded, he inhaled again taking another puff. Oblivious to the way Kam and Kruz warily made eye contact at his words. They didn't doubt Kian, however, Kian's methods were and will always be questionable.
