The enemy

< Chapter 18 >

Kingston's pov:

We had arrived back in Chicago, went back to our own families and houses and told our families about our plan. And it's safe to say, it didn't go very well.

"You are not going to fucking risk your life by going to Russia for her." Braxton, my younger but protective cousin, yelled.

He hated the idea. He hated her. So I'm really not surprised that he's against this. However, he will have to deal with it.

"Braxton, calm it. I'll be fine." I responded calmly, as my whole family were gathered here in this room, watching me as I spoke.

None of them liked the idea. But they would get over it eventually.

They all knew, from experience, how dangerous Russia actually is and they're all against me going.

"I agree with Braxton. Kingston, I love you and I know you just want to help with whatever it is but you know how disturbing and brutal Russia is. Is it really worth the risk, all for her? Someone you hate with a passion?" Lorelai, my little sister, joined in on our conversation.

They're not going to come to terms with the fact that I'm doing this no matter what they say or do.

Looking between both my sister and cousin, I sighed, knowing they won't give up.

"I don't plan on being there longer than a week. Stop worrying." I told them and they all either looked annoyed, angry or worried.

"Get over it. I'm going. End of story." I snapped, getting the message through to them in hopes that they would just accept my decision and move on.

"Well...shit, man. If you're going, I'm going too." Remington, my other cousin stepped forward to say.

It was awfully clear that he didn't like the idea either, but Remington never let family down, no matter the risks and danger of the situation.

I nodded to him as he walked towards me, head held high, and stood beside me by the warm fireplace.

He stood tall and confident beside me as our family watched us, probably thinking we've gone insane.

"So you two are just going to barge straight into Russia, which is a death wish considering the country and the people, to save a man that you don't even like and is from a rival family? Have you both lost your goddamn minds?" My mother got involved, which was unusual as she usually let the boys deal with their own shit.

My mum knew who I was and what I did, yet she was still always worrying about me, even when she didn't need to be.

"Yes, mother. That's the plan." I said, blankly.

"All for a girl you don't even give a shit about?" Cleo, my obsessive ex, asked, also involving herself in something that she wasn't even meant to know.

Ignoring Cleo, I focused back on my mother to see if she'd have anything else to add but she just glared at me.

The only reason she glared at me was because she didn't like Cleo being anywhere near this family, let alone in the same room where we were talking family business.