WARPED VANITY ( BL)

CHAPTER 29

You don’t know what’s going on. Maybe he only enjoys her skills.”

   takhun scoffed. “She’s not bad but there are better whores out there.”

  “It’s not like he has many to compare her to,” I said, growing tired of the discussion.

  “One of these days he’s going to bring her over here and keep her,” takhun said.

  The perspective switched to another drone camera, and my brows drew together. It briefly showed a few burning cars, some of them black limousines. The others were race cars. Then it changed back to the police chase.

  “What the fuck was that?”

  The front door swung open with a bang, steps thundered toward us. Kinn put an arm over Porsche and pulled his gun. I rose with my own gun raised. Big stormed into the living room, panting. “The Outfit attacked our territory!”

  I froze. Takhun jerked to his feet.

  “What?” I growled. If Dante had set a single foot on bangkok ground, I’d walk into chingMai tomorrow. Then another thought struck me. “The race.”

   big nodded. “The organizer from the Kansas race called a few minutes ago. There was an attack on the race. I think he called me because he thought it would stop you from killing him.”

  Tough luck. I’d deal with him once I was done with the Outfit. “How long ago did they attack?”

  “About an hour ago. There’s chaos over there. But the race is going on with the remaining cars.”

  “Why didn’t they alert us sooner?”

  “They didn’t know what was going on at first. When they realized it was the Outfit, they tried to divert the other race cars first so they could keep the race going.”

  Porsche stirred. “What’s wrong?”

  I pulled my knife, shaking, furious that Dante had attacked again. Kinn stood, pulling Porsche to her feet. “Go to our bedroom.”

  he looked at me, eyes widening, then nodded quickly and hurried away.

  My phone rang. I picked it up and brought it to my ear. “Vegas,” said a man. The voice was distantly familiar, but I couldn’t place it. The background noise suggested he was in a helicopter or small airplane. “This is Danilo Mancini. I’m calling to tell you we have your brother and we’re going to enjoy his screams like you enjoyed pete's. Tell kinn to set up a Darknet connection for later so you can watch as we tear him apart. I will enjoy slicing him into tiny pieces.” He hung up.

  It took my brain a few moments to process the information. “Call the Sugar Trap and ask if macau ’s there,” I ordered.

  big frowned but did as he was told. “Is macau there?” he asked without a greeting. “Then ask her.”

  “Vegas, what’s going on?” kinn asked carefully.

  My phone beeped with an incoming message with detailed instructions for the connection.

  I held it out to kinn, who took it from me, frowning. His mouth tightened when he read what the message said.

  “He’s not there. Apparently he left last night. C.J. said he asked her to pretend she was with him because he wanted to join the race.”

  I nodded, trying to ignore the way my chest kept constricting.

  takhun didn’t say anything, only stared at me. Big had fixed himself a drink and downed it in one gulp.