Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,141

it?” My upper lip peeled back and Kyan smirked at me across the room, his eyes glittering darkly.

Saint straightened his tie. “We are going to go to Royaume D’élite and find it, siren. I have weighed the options, the risks and have deduced that the club is the only place which will hold such evidence. There must be a file either on a computer or in hard copy form within the building itself listing the founders and the members of the club. It is the only way they could conduct business between one another, the only way a number could be assigned to new members. Therefore-”

“We’re going on an adventure?” Blake finished, bouncing on the bed beside me and I laughed.

“Not my words, but yes,” Saint said, a vicious smile pulling at his lips. “Of course, I would like to propose the four of us go and Tatum stays behind, but-”

“No,” I growled instantly, and he nodded firmly.

I wasn’t going to let my Night Keepers risk their necks while I just sat at home waiting for them to come back like some nineteen fifties housewife. I’d be right there at their sides, ensuring that they got out of there and that that vile place was brought to its knees.

“But, I am well aware you will refuse regardless and I believe your capabilities in such an operation outweigh the risks of taking you there anyway,” Saint continued.

“I want to burn it down,” I announced, setting my jaw. “I want it turned to ash so no one else can be hurt there.”

“Fuck yes,” Kyan said excitedly and Nash cracked his knuckles, nodding his agreement.

“I’m down,” Blake growled, sucking the last of the ice cream off of his thumb.

Saint considered that for a long moment and I could almost see the pie charts and bar graphs being mapped out in his mind before he nodded. “Yes, that should be possible.”

“But we’ll have to get the prostitutes and any other captives out of there first,” I said decisively. I wasn’t going to hurt innocent people, but if the assholes who ran that place were stuck inside when the flames started devouring it, then all the better. It was the least they deserved.

“We can do that,” Kyan announced as Saint fell into thoughtful silence again. “The annual Moguls’ Banquet is this boring ass members only thing. There won’t be whores at it until the afterparty which normally kicks off around ten.”

“And where will they be kept before then?” Saint asked curiously.

“Locked up,” Kyan said with a sneer. “There’s holding cells in the basement. When I was in their…game, they put me there with the other contestants for a while.” His eyes darkened with some awful memory and my heart squeezed. That decided it. I was going to make sure the fuckers burned. All of them.

Monroe knocked his arm against Kyan’s in a gesture of comfort and I felt their bond humming between them like it was made of iron.

“Well, I think we have ourselves a plan,” Nash growled and Saint nodded.

“I shall work out the details,” Saint said then a knock came at the door and we all looked to it in surprise. He walked over, unlocking it and pulling it open. “What the fuck?” he breathed, his shoulders bunching and shock dripping through his posture. I didn’t even have to see his face to read that emotion from him; I didn’t think I’d ever seen Saint Memphis taken by surprise by anything.

“Who is it?” Kyan popped out of his seat and I jumped up too.

Saint stepped aside and let in a woman with dark skin, full lips and a short afro. She looked like she was in her thirties and her gaze was pinned on Saint as she smiled smugly.

“Aunt Jada?” Kyan questioned in confusion. “What are you doing here?”

“Hang on…” Blake balked as recognition filled his eyes.

“Oh,” Saint breathed, starting to laugh and I frowned, confused by what the hell was going on as he threw his head back and began clapping.

“Hey, Kyan,” Jada said with a grin. “I just came here to say hello to Saint. And rub a little salt in the wound I just gave him.”

“Of course,” Saint laughed then composed himself, extending his hand to Jada. “Bravo. Truly, I had no idea.” Jada took Saint’s hand, shaking it firmly as she grinned victoriously at him.

“No idea of what?” I pushed, sharing a look with Nash who looked equally stumped.

“I’m so fucking confused, man,” Kyan muttered, running a hand over