Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,45

of Blake.

When he pulled away, I was as breathless as he was and the storm in his eyes said he didn’t want to be done with me yet.

“She tastes like sugar laced perfection, right?” Blake grinned, looking hungry to come and claim a kiss for himself and I wasn’t wholly against that idea.

“Yeah,” Kyan said gruffly just as Saint returned from upstairs with Mortez’s phone in hand.

“If there was a tracker it is now disabled, but it’s got a passcode,” he growled. “I will compile a list of the most common passcodes and use any information I have on Mortez to make some intelligent assumptions.”

“If we get locked out of that phone, the information on it will be gone,” Kyan warned.

“Congratulations,” Saint deadpanned. “You just won the King of Stating the Obvious award. Here’s your prize.” He punched Kyan’s shoulder with his good arm, hard enough to make Kyan wince before he burst out laughing again.

“Are you sure you can break into it?” I asked Saint, worry gnawing at me. Whatever was on that phone had to be able to help us. I was pinning so much on that hope.

“Yes, siren,” he said confidently. “Because my name is Saint Memphis.”

“And does the Saint Memphis want another little side project, because me and Tatum have some vengeance plans and we could use a psycho Sherlock Holmes to help us out with it,” Kyan said and despite his jokes, I could see his hesitance to speak this secret in his eyes.

“Go on,” Saint encouraged as his brows arched.

“Well, as you know, my family are a bunch of messed up motherfuckers,” Kyan began slowly and I squeezed his hand in solidarity.

“Understatement of the year,” Blake joked.

“Yeah. Well, I should have told you this when it happened, but back then I guess I was afraid,” Kyan said.

“Afraid?” Saint questioned like the thought of that was absurd and I guessed it was kinda hard to think of Kyan fearing anything. But when it came to the love of these men, I knew that meant more to him than anything in the world and I understood why he’d been afraid of altering their opinion of him.

“Last summer, Liam decided that it was time for me to be initiated into this fucked up secret society that him and his rich friends are all a part of. It’s called Royaume D’élite. I dunno what that means, but-”

“Elite Kingdom,” Saint supplied, because of course he knew that without even trying.

“Right. Makes sense, seeing as every asshole there clearly thinks of themselves as a god,” Kyan spat bitterly. “Anyway, it’s a place where they meet and arrange business dealings and lord it over all the small folk I guess. They drink fancy alcohol and wear masks and all that shit. But it’s not just about business dealings, it’s like a place where laws no longer exist. There are men and women there who are bought and sold to be used for anything from fucking to butchering and that’s not an exaggeration. The shit I saw there was enough to fuck me up and I’ve seen a lot of depraved crap in my lifetime.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us about this before now?” Blake asked, seeming offended and Kyan hung his head.

“Because… I had to take part in an initiation to earn my membership there and I wasn’t given a choice in my participation. They hold this fucked up death game where most of the prospective members just use a proxy – some poor street kid with no idea what they’ve been put in there for and no choice in the matter. Only one winner can be left at the end of the game which means everyone else has to die. I refused to force some poor bastard to participate in my place, so I…”

“You took part and won,” Saint finished for him, his frown deepening. “And you feared we would change our opinion of you when we learned you had been forced to take the lives of innocents?”

I shifted closer to Kyan, fearing the next words that might come from Saint’s lips but I was totally thrown as instead of berating him or judging him, Saint stood and moved around the table before enveloping Kyan in his arms. Blake was half a step behind him and the three of them clung to one another fiercely for a long moment as I felt their love for each other like a tangible force in the air.

“You are one of the best men I