Fatal (Portland Street Kings Book 2) (19 page)

Silence stretches through the garage as Slater walks over to the beat-up old sofa we have in here for lunch breaks. He sits and sighs. “Fucking women. When we made our plans, we never thought we’d have to think about more than our family.” I nod and walk over to
Chevy
and lean on the driver’s side door, facing my brother.

“Doesn’t have to change our goal, Slate, just how we get there.”
 

Slater takes another sip of his beer. “Yeah, I know. We’ll be good. I got backup plan, after backup plan.”

Gesturing to the house. “You gonna fill them in yet?
 

Slater shakes his head. “No. Not until we have solid plans which won’t be for a while yet. I don’t want to get their hopes up.”
 

I nod in agreement and Slater stands and we fist bump, both of us acknowledging we’re all good. “The future still looks bright, brother,” I state.
 

“Brighter now that you have pussy on tap,” Slater replies with a sneaky grin.
 

I laugh out loud and we spend the next few hours shooting the shit in the garage until Dell calls us up for dinner.

After a delicious meal, I go pick up my girl and when we return we head straight up to our room.
 

I’m stripping off Lana’s top and jeans, leaving her only in a black bra and panties when she says, “Kodi said you let me win. He said there’s no way I should have won today.”
 

Stopping, I look her in the eyes. “Motherfucker needs to watch his mouth. You won, fair and square.” It crosses my mind to tell her that if I’d used all my NOS, then I would have beaten her. But I didn’t use it. I was indecisive and too slow, so technically she did win by being focused and intent on winning. So I’m not going to take credit for something that isn’t mine to take.

Lana lowers her eyes and smiles at the same time. “From memory, you only pressed your NOS once.”
 

My eyes pop open. “Who the hell has been teaching you shit about race cars?” NOS isn’t noticeable, it’s as if someone just moved up in gears, to know… you’d have to be looking for signs of someone boosting at the right time.
 

Lana laughs. “Rex has shown me a little, but you forget I’m around car fanatics all the time.” She points to her ear. “I listen.” Lana’s smile turns into a soft straight line. “I can’t believe you did that, Mack,” she whispers softly. “I meant it when I said losing the race wouldn’t come between us.”
 

“I know. And honestly, you won. I was slow to hit my second NOS, a split second can make or break a race, Dove. You won today, end of story.”
 

“Well, for the record I want a do-over soon. I will beat you, and next time you will use all your NOS,” she says poking my bare chest and grinning.
 

I bend and wrap my arms around Lana’s thighs.
 

She squeals as I throw her backward onto my bed.
 

I climb up her body slowly. Taking in every lush curve. Licking my lips as my eyes roam over her tanned, smooth skin.

“We can race again, for a price,” I tease as my mouth touches her warm neck and my body begins to hum with need.

“A price?” Lana asks, breathlessly.

“I win, we fuck on Fang as many times as we can, on the race strip, late at night when no-one’s around.”

“And if I win?” Lana asks softly as my mouth moves down toward her pert nipple which is poking through her lace bra.
 

I suck hard on the material over her nipple, causing Lana to moan and fidget on the bed.
 

“Anything you want,” I reply, lifting my head to look into her eyes.
 

She smiles. “If I win, I want to have sex on your car, at the race strip, late at night when no-one’s around.”
 

My mouth widens to a broad grin.
Christ, I love her.
 

“Well, tonight, I’m gonna see what a winner tastes like and then I’m gonna drive us both crazy while I try and make ecstasy last as long as possible.”
 

Lana moans. “Stop with the teasing then and start reciting the alphabet.” She pushes my head down to her sweet hot spot and I feast on my girl.
 

***

Three days later.

Lana

Corey dropped off my car at the hospital today, so I could finally start driving myself around. Although getting into my crappy Altima after being driven around in Mack’s Skyline really sucks. I’m kind of wishing I wasn’t so independent for once.
 

I come back to Mack’s to grab some lunch and to also have a break from the hospital. Rex was weaned off the drugs yesterday and finally woke up last night, and since then it’s been really tough. Dr. Evans warned me of the withdrawal symptoms
–
heightened anxiety, psychosis, paranoia and profound depression. Even after hearing the doctor say he may have some of these symptoms nothing can prepare you for when you’re talking to a loved one and they beg you to kill them or untie them and let them go.
 

Rex is bound to the bed because he lashed out at a nurse trying to leave, and spouting that he needed to wash away his sins.
 

How my heart can still break anymore is beyond me, but it still does each time I see him writhe on the bed like a madman, a stranger. On the outside, that’s not my brother and I’m scared that it won’t be long before his insides match his exterior.
 

But when I arrive home, I go in search for Mackson and find that he isn’t here. Freezing, I realize that word keeps popping up in my thoughts.
Home
. Nowhere will be my home, but the house I grew up in with my brother. But as I look around the interior of the King’s house I can’t help but feel safe, cared for and always welcomed.
 

I can have two homes, right?

Something suspicious seems to be going on, because when I appeared at the garage,
all
the guys were surprised and each of them give me a different location where Mack was supposed to be. Then Slater adds, “He’s on errands today, he’ll be going to all those places and it’ll take him a few hours.”
 

Smiling brightly, I turn and bounce on my heels all the way into the house and then stop and shake my head.
 

Men.
They’re terrible liars.
 

Walking purposely through the house to the living room, there’s something I’ve learned since living here. Slater is a control freak with his siblings, especially since Della was shot. He now has a little black book with dates and where everyone will be. I’ve only heard from Mack what it was like for them to be nowhere near home when Rex threatened Piper, and I can only imagine the pain Slater and his brothers must have gone through on that car ride home.
 

I reach the television unit. It’s new and there are drawers along the bottom. The top one is Slater’s and everyone knows it’s where he keeps his PlayStation games. I happened to see him slip his black book in there once as I was walking past.

Opening the drawer, I spot the book and pick it up quickly. Flicking through the pages, I come to the middle of the book and the last page with writing on it. I scroll down the names and stop when I see my own.

Lana - Hospital.
He added me? Warmth floods my chest. Slater cares about me? Wetness pricks my eyes, but I dash it away feeling silly.

I continue to search the list.

Piper – Work.

Della - Food shopping.

Mackson - T.

I
scrunch up my face. T? What does T stand for? Maybe for the errands he’s running? Perhaps I’m thinking too far into the guys’ reactions to me being back early.

I shrug and place Slater’s book back exactly how I found it and decide to make my lunch and hope Mack drops back in while I’m here. I’m halfway to the kitchen when I hear the familiar rumble of Macks car.

My lips split into a huge smile and I turn immediately to race to the front porch, to see the one person in this world who can take all my worries away. Mack is walking up the front steps when he sees me. His eyes widen, but the surprise is quickly replaced by joy.

I notice a white bandage sticking out from the top of his gray T-shirt, just near his neck, but before I can ask what it is a black SUV pulls up out the front, right behind Fangs.

Mack turns and automatically my body tenses when I sense his does the same.

However, it’s Brett who jumps out of the SUV, which is both a relief and a surprise. I’ve never seen him in anything that flashy before. He’s also running around the black car in nice-looking dark blue jeans, white shirt and what looks to be an expensive leather jacket.

Did he win the lotto or something?

Mack steps up to the attached porch railing and leans on it with both arms. “What the fuck are you doing here, Brett? Pretty sure Slater made it clear what would happen if you came back or tried to see Dell.”

“Mack…” Brett lifts his chin and takes on Mackson’s hard stare and glares right back “…I got information for you and your family, knowledge you will all want to hear. And my name’s not Brett, it’s Dom Haynes and I’m the man Frank Lucini sent to find out who killed Jae Scavello. I got wrongs I need to right and you guys are going to let me do just that.”

Chapter Fifteen

Lana

Swiftly Mack steps back from the railing and looks at me with serious eyes. “Lana, go and get my brothers
now
.”
 

I don’t hesitate, turning and racing through the house and out the back door, over the grass and bursting through the garage door.
 

All three men turn to me with smiles on their faces as if they just shared a funny joke.
 

But in an instant, their grins die and I spit out, “Brett’s out the front, but he says his name is Dom Haynes and he works for Frank Lucini.” My words come out so fast I don’t take even a breath.

Slater’s face pales and he drops the tool he was just using, it causes a clinging sound to echo through the garage.
 

“Holy fucking shit,” Kelso whispers.

“Pacer, get the handgun out of the top tool drawer. You go around the side and stay out of sight unless I need you. Kel, you’re with me, we’re going through the house. Lana, follow Kelso and me, but stay inside the house.” I nod frantically at Slater’s demands and we all move at once, following his instructions.

I still when we reach the living room and Slater and Kelso head straight through the front screen. Peeking out through the mahogany-colored curtains, I watch as Slater jumps down from the porch, not even taking the steps, and he’s at Brett in no time.
 

Oops, Dom I mean.
 

Dom lifts his hands up into the air, as if surrendering, trying to show he has no weapons. Slater picks him up by his nice leather jacket and spins them both around and pushes Dom up against the house. They go out of sight and then Mack and Kelso race off the porch toward a furious Slater.
 

Before I know it, I’m on the porch leaning over the railing watching Slater with his hands wrapped around Dom’s neck.
 

“Talk,” Slater orders in a dangerous tone.
 

“Lucini paid me to find out who killed his niece’s husband, or how he put it, his mule for Portland,” Dom replies in a hoarse voice, struggling to speak through Slater’s intense grip around his vocal cords. “I passed on—” Dom has to stop and cough. He raises his hands to Slater’s wrists and in a gravelly voice says, “I’m not going anywhere. This will go quicker if you let me breathe.”
 

Slater narrows his eyes and his arms tense further.
 

Dom’s eyes widen and fear is clear and present in his eyes.

Mack takes a cautious step forward. “We need his information, Slate. You kill him now, we have nothing.”
 

 
Abruptly Slater takes his hands away, and Dom falls to his knees coughing and spluttering.
 

“Take him inside now. Quickly, before I change my mind.” Slater’s tone is low and dangerous.

Dom gets up on one knee and looks up to Mack and Kelso as they take an arm each and roughly walk him inside.
 

Pacer comes from around the side, placing the gun into the back of his jeans.
 

As Mack passes, he gently states, “Dove, inside.”
 

Biting my lip I nod my agreement. Waiting for Pacer to pass me, I catch a glance of Slater walking with purpose toward the road. Unsure of what he’s about to do, I decide to keep watching.
 

He approaches the black SUV Dom drove up in. I watch as he curls and uncurls his hands. He’s looking around wildly and suddenly as if struck by an idea he goes to Fang, opens her back door and pulls out a metal bat Mack keeps in the back for protection.

Uh oh.
 

“Mack,” I call out.
 

Slater proceeds to smash the bat into Dom’s front windshield of his once flashy car. Mack’s at my side swiftly and sighs when he sees what I’m worried about. We hear another loud smash and glass shattering as Slater continues to beat the hell out of the window.

“Well, at least, it’s not the fucker’s face… yet,” Mack murmurs.

My lips tilt up into a small smile. This shit should disturb me, but it only makes it feel more like home.

Slater turns, bat in hand and makes purposeful strides for the house. Mack takes my hand and leads me inside.

I glimpse to my right and spot Pacer and Kelso standing guard over Dom. Their arms crossed over their chests, staring daggers at him. Dom sits on a sofa that’s been shoved into the corner of the room. He watches me and Mack walk through with a steady and alert gaze. There seems to be no emotion over Slater smashing up his car.

Mack halts and tips my chin up to look at him. “Stay in here, Lana. Slater’s fit to make the walls red with that rat’s blood, and I don’t want you within seeing or hearing distance if that happens.”