I stared out the window, the city humming beneath us. "I’m going to kill him," I said.
"What?" she asked. "Stop fucking around, Prez. We need to figure something out."
Suddenly, my phone buzzed, and an unknown number popped up with a text message.
We’re not done, my futureQueen.Not even close.
"I'm going to kill him, and no one will ever find him after I'm done with him." I smiled, and Rhea simply sank into a chair. Because she knew I was about to do something really bad to this man.
Chapter 19
Duchess
Idon't know what got into me, but I found myself pulling up to Caleb Killic's house on Mulholland Drive at two o'clock in the morning. I'd called Bandit up earlier that day to find out where he was. Bandit, or Barry Reed, was the Royal Bastards' crazy pilot. He'd been doing a drop off when I asked him for a favor, one which he owed me for something I'd done for him a while back, when I'd introduced him to his newest conquest.
"I'm only taking you as far as the strip. You're on your own after that." They'd recently acquired a small cargo plane in which my motorcycle fit perfectly. Bandit simply shook his head and muttered obscenities in his deep Louisiana accent as I slid into the passenger seat.
"You're lucky I'm heading’ down that way," he spoke through the mic as he continued to complain.
I looked at him and smiled. "Well, your bed is nice and warm because of me, so I figured you owed me."
He looked over at me, mouth agape as he pulled the plane up and over the airstrip.
"I don't believe you threw that in my face."
"I would never," I pressed my hand to my chest in mock horror. "I'm simply asking for a favor in return."
"Uh-huh," he murmured.
The entire flight, I kept going through the plan in my head. Sneak in, grab his laptop and leave. Then again, my instincts at the moment were to storm in, fire two shots, and leave.
Don't hesitate, don't think, just kill him and get it over with.
"Why are you heading down there in the first place?" My thoughts were interrupted by Bandit as he hummed a happy tune.
"I've got a business situation that needs to be dealt with."
"Why does it sound like there's an underlying truth in there somewhere?"
"Did I askyouwhat kind of dealings you had inmycity? Aren’t you supposed to ask for permission anyway."
He closed and opened his mouth for a second before answering. "Well...not exactly. I’d already spoken to Crucifix.”
“Yeah, but that’s the Bastards, did you speak to the Harlots?”
“Well…no."
"Exactly. Besides, Royal Bastards don't ask Royal Harlots their business and vice versa."
"Well I'm neither," he shrugged. "I'm just the fucking pilot."
I stared at him for a second and then turned away. He had a way of making his smart ass remarks honest. It was one of those things you just kind of loved about him.
Three hours later, we'd landed on a strip near the docks owned by the Hellbound Lovers and Death Row Shooters. Grabbing my bike, I backed it out and revved the engine up.
"Hey," Bandit ran towards me.
"What's up?"
