Chapter 0090

Kent clenches his jaw and looks slowly between Ivan and Alden, rage festering in his stomach. As he

does, every single one of his men puts a hand on the gun at their hip.

This was certainly not part of the plan. Alden was pushing the envelope here, letting Kent know that his

allegiances have changed.

“Ivan,” Kent says, taking what control he can. “So nice of you to come.” The venom in his words lets

everyone in the room know that he means precisely the opposite.

“It’s time you two talked,” Alden says as Ivan crosses the small room and takes a seat at the table.

“There is two much bad blood between you, even though you should be in business.”

“I have no bad blood with him,” Kent says, leaning back in his chair and putting his hands in his

pockets, looking purposefully at his captain to let him know to be ready in case this goes in the wrong

direction. His captain gives Kent a subtle nod.

“Bullshit,” Ivan says, leaning back to casually rest his arm over the back of his chair. He fixing Kent with

a confident stare. “I know you went the Warden, told him to take me out. Told him I’m to green to

handle my trade.”

Kent just blinks at Ivan, neither confirming nor denying. But inside, he’s pissed. Someone leaked the

information, and someone was going to pay for it.

As if reading his mind, Ivan smirks at him. “Don’t bother looking within your people for who spilled the

news. The Warden told me himself,” Ivan says, slowly leaning forward, looking Kent eagerly in the eye,

“just before I cut his throat.”

Kent clenches his teeth, staring at this boy, this kid – who has the fucking gall –

God damnit. Kent works hard to control his anger in this moment, to let none of it pass over his face.

He wasn’t going to give these two anything.

But, it was a blow. He had worked hard to get the Warden on his side – had spent two months in jail to

do it, damnit, had lost his vineyard in France to make that deal –

And out of it, he got nothing.

Alden and Ivan had teamed up, and with no Warden in his back pocket…

Kent suddenly realizes his extreme disadvantage in the world of organized crime. Unfortunately, Alden

and Ivan were one step ahead of him, and had known of it days before he did – maybe weeks, even.

Kent stands then, in one swift and graceful movement. This meeting was over. He couldn’t – wouldn’t –

sit here and negotiate, not without knowing precisely where he stood in this world. He needed more

information, now.

“Leaving so soon?” Alden says, smiling up at Kent, pretending a concern that he certainly doesn’t feel.

Kent doesn’t answer, just nods to his men and heads for the door. They have to get out of here, before

any more surprises reveal themselves.

“Kent,” Ivan calls, just as Kent reaches the door. Against his better judgement, Kent turns to listen.

“Tell Fay I said hi,” Ivan says with a smirk, and then a wink. “And that I’ll be seeing her real soon.”

Grinding his teeth, Kent turns and heads out the door, walking in the center of his men. As a group,

they head directly for the front door.

As they walk through the main room, a flash of purple hair catches Kent’s eye and he glances at one of

the dancers who, uncharacteristically, has stopped dancing on one of the side stages.

The cars are still waiting where they left them, the drivers ready. Kent nods to his as he climbs into the

passenger seat, letting him to know to head out. Fast.

As they roll away, Kent curses to himself under his breath, staring out the window at the passing city

without really seeing it.

Ivan, with Fay’s name on his lips. It made his blood boil.

The only thing he had keeping Alden from making a real move was Fay.

Kent had to keep her at all costs. If he didn’t, he could lose everything.