Kings of Blood and Money (Underworld Kings)

You feel each other’s emotions when you’re a twin. He’s hurting over Caleb. It’s a shame, but Caleb knew the risks of working for Noah.

“I will be.” He nods his head to Roberto and his crew, coming to a stop by Antonio’s car.

“I’m honored.” Roberto grins at Noah as he gets out of the van, hands out wide. “You finally going to trust me?”

“It’s not given to many,” Noah informs him.

“I won’t let you down.” Roberto holds out his hand for Noah to shake. His gaze slides to our dad, then back to us. He doesn’t ask, but I see the shadow pass over his eyes as realization sinks in. It’s rare for people to meet the surgeon, and it’s a harrowing experience for those who do. He’s almost a legend, a man spoke about, known of, but one who stuck to shadows and whispers. Roberto dips his gaze and walks back to his van, talking to his crew.

I need a smoke, some food, and my woman.

“Get home to Freya. I’ll stay,” Dad informs us, reading my damn mind. We learned not to trust anyone from him. It doesn’t surprise me that he wants to stick around and make sure the job is done right.

“Are you sure?” Noah asks like an asshole.

“He said so, didn’t he? Come on, I’m hungry,” I grunt.

“You’re always hungry,” he calls after me, throwing the car keys across the hood.

“It’s been an eventful day,” I defend.

Antonio would have always been be an issue, a ticking timebomb. He had to go. He would have never let it go. It’s not in the nature of a man like him. Even if he knew his brother was dead weight, he was still his brother, and that’s a bond stronger than any.

I’d kill for Noah, die for him, avenge him with the ferocity of a million men. I get it.

“We need to stop before going home,” he announces, making me rethink my last thought.

“You’re killing me, brother.”

“I promised Freya I’d bring dinner home.”

“I’m her dinner.” I grin. Damn, I love that woman, can’t get enough, think about her pussy more than breathing.

Fuck, now I want her pussy.

“Just drive the fucking car.” Noah exhales, throwing his head back against the headrest.

So, I drive.

We pick up dinner.

And when we get home, Freya begs me to feed her my cock instead of the food…or something like that.

THE END.