With a heavy heart, she watched him walk out the door.
* * *
“Been a while, ain’t it?”
There were some voices of friends that inspired a smile, or at the very least, a feeling of camaraderie, but as Keanu glanced over his shoulder at Syn—who had his hands tucked into his pockets as he entered the room on the first floor of the compound—there was another feeling that twined around each of them. Unease.
They all liked to joke that there was never any indication the sort of mood Syn would be in if you were ever in his presence.
Some days he was at ease—or as at ease as a man who trusted no one in the world could be—but most days, he was a walking live wire.
One that you would never want to see combust.
How long had it been now since he’d personally walked the man through the halls of the compound into the Conditioning Room? Considering how volatile the man used to be, he’d been the only one willing to do it.
Most didn’t know that it was Keanu who oversaw the training, tucked away in a hidden room, watching the feeds from the embedded cameras in the walls. The only other time he’d watched was when Calavera had come in, fresh from her own introduction to the life by Nix.
She had been the first woman to officially claim a spot in the Den and he’d wondered if she’d be able to cut it. Despite everything thrown at her though, she’d made it to the end, stronger than before and ready to take on jobs from Uilleam.
Syn, on the other hand …
Then, even as he was one of the closest men to Uilleam, Keanu hadn’t known what parameters the man followed when he found his mercenaries. The only thing he’d known for sure was that he selected those that sought vengeance and wanted to right wrongs done to them.
If the man had a vendetta, the world was his target.
Grimm—one of their brothers in arms and currently missing in a black site somewhere in Eastern Europe—had seen potential in him though. Mentoring him even though he’d come out the training room seeking blood. The very first time, he’d needed to be sedated to keep from killing someone.
Maybe that was why Syn had been tasked with finding him—he owed him.
“I heard you were in town,” Keanu said as he focused back on the present. “Can’t say I’m not surprised.”
Syn shrugged, rubbing a hand over his clean shaven jaw. “Shit changes.”
Winter, he meant.
The girl he’d tasked himself with protecting—the girl who’d thought herself in love with him until she met the Romanian from the Wild Bunch.
But that wasn’t his business, and the last thing he was going to do was bring it up to a man who snapped at the slightest provocation.
“Where’s the missus?” Syn asked, looking around. “Figured you wouldn’t be letting her out of your sight.”
“In one of the rooms upstairs. Figured there wasn’t a safer place for her than here.”
Surrounded by highly trained, lethal mercenaries. Anyone that thought to come in here to take her was risking a suicide mission.
“You’ve decided you’re keeping her then?”
It wasn’t a discussion he’d had with anyone, not even himself, but then, it also didn’t feel as if he actually needed to voice it.
Things were simple between them, effortless in a way he didn’t want to ruin.
But it was too late for that now though, wasn’t it?
Soleil loved her already and wouldn’t want to see her go.
Whether it was a conversation he wanted to have or not, he needed to have it.
For now though …
“I have a meeting with Keiko Sakurai in half an hour,” he said changing the subject, remembering the name Ada had given him. “Could always use your skills.”
Keanu was more than capable of fixing his own problems, and the problems of others, and didn’t really need Syn’s help, but there was a reason the Brit had sought him out tonight of all nights.
Undoubtedly, he knew what Keanu had planned, and if there was one thing that could get Syn out of his own head, it was inflicting the pain he felt in his own head onto others.
As expected, a slow curl of his lips appeared as he nodded. “I’ll grab my good knife.”
Chapter 15
Being out of the trade for several years meant playing Russian roulette with old contacts and friends that could very well be enemies now. There was only so much he could do to maintain the relationships he’d formed when he could no longer be called on to do odd jobs, but Keanu had always made it a point to keep his friends close and his enemies even closer.
Keiko Sakurai happened to be a combination of the two.
Nearly a decade ago, when his main job had been to stand at Uilleam’s side and look menacing, he’d crossed paths with the woman who ran her own organization in Los Angeles despite grueling competition and her father’s disapproval.
Back then, he hadn’t known what to think of her. She’d been a delicate little thing, five foot, if an inch, and kept her blunt black bangs hidden beneath a wig so blonde the strands looked white. On anyone else, the look might have been severe, but it only made Keiko appear ethereal, and more of the daughter her father had always wanted her to be.
But she rarely made choices based on the whims of men, as she liked to put it.
He only hoped she’d bend to his.
Before, he’d very rarely found himself in a room with her, but when he did, they were always cordial, flirty even, but after Paris, that had all changed.
Hopefully, she hadn’t taken offense.
One thing the movies always got right was the front business. In Chinatown alone, there were more than two dozen restaurants in a five block radius with seven on this street alone. Most were upstanding businesses where you could get the best fried rice and Beijing beef money could buy, but at this particular restaurant, with the neon red dragon lit up on its sign, there was more to it than most thought.
“I’ve been thinking, yeah,” Syn said as he climbed out the passenger seat and stepped onto the sidewalk. “They say if you love something, you’re supposed to set it free, right? And if it comes back, the little shit loves you in return. That’s what they say, that is. Load of fucking shit that is, mate.”
Keanu just looked at him.
From the time they’d left the compound, Syn had talked. Nonstop. About anything his sporadic mind could think of. He didn’t even have to respond for the conversation to continue. For most of the ride, he was almost sure Syn had been talking to himself.
This time, his brain had seized on Winter.
He wondered if she knew that Syn hadn’t completely accepted the new reality that she was no longer his to call on whenever he wanted—or even when he needed to it seemed. Which, from what Keanu knew about the man, he was teetering dangerously close to the edge.
It had been ages since he’d seen him this wound up.
Usually, Winter was the one to talk him down, to get to him to see reason before it was too late.
“That’s not how it works,” Keanu found himself saying, relaying advice he should have taken himself years ago when he’d walked away from Charlotte.
“If you know, better,”—better sounded like bett-ah with his accent— “then explain it to me because the whole fucking thing is driving me mental.”
“Maybe after this meeting?” he returned dryly, gesturing to the door with a tilt of his head.
“We’re multitasking.”
Keanu elected to ignore that, walking in first with Syn at his heels.
This late at night, the restaurant was mostly empty save a sparse few patrons spread out along the tables. Each hovered over a plate of food, seeming oblivious to their presence.
It wasn’t as if this was his first time here—he knew which way to go as he bypassed the tables through the kitchen where a short man in a sweaty, stained T-shirt cleaned, until he reached a door in the back that led into the other part of the building that most never saw.
The re
staurant wasn’t much to look at with laminate floors and scuffed tables, but that was only to deter the average person from peeking any further pass the initial facade. Once they reached the office in the back room, it was as if all the money had been spent perfecting this one room.
But he expected nothing less from Keiko.
His casual mood disappeared as he stopped several feet from the door, the guards there narrowing their eyes on him, reaching for their weapons. It might have been because they weren’t expecting him, or maybe because he was twice their size, but either way, Keanu held his hands up and smiled.
“I’ve got a meeting with your boss.”
One spoke in rapid Japanese through the ear piece he wore, his gaze never wavering from Keanu. Once he had his confirmation, he twisted the handle of the door and pushed it open, waving for him to go inside.
He took a step, but the man held his hand up. “Your friend stays here.”
Keanu glanced back at Syn before returning to the man. “You sure that’s what you want?”
He might have looked nonthreatening bouncing on the heels of his feet, but the guards obviously didn’t see the utter focus in the man’s eyes, or the switchblade he had cleverly hidden in the palm of his hand.
But he wasn’t one to argue.
They’d be in the path of destruction should anything go wrong.
“Imagine my surprise,” a pleasant voice said as Keanu entered the room, “to hear you wanted a meeting with me. I heard you’d retired.”
Keiko was the picture of innocence sitting behind the ornate desk, her back ramrod straight, her signature silk kimono draped over her. She might have looked like an angel but she was anything but.
There was another guard standing behind her to the left—this one he actually recognized.
“I am,” Keanu said as he helped himself to a seat. “I was, anyway. Special circumstances called me in.”
Her guard came forward, his meaning clear, but Keanu waved him off, removing the Berretta he had on him and setting it on the table—an acquiescence as much as a warning.
Keiko didn’t look nearly as impressed. “We both know you don’t need weapons to kill, Skorpion. I know all too well what those hands of yours are capable of.”
She would.
During their first meeting together, he’d had to make an example of a man that thought to challenge Uilleam simply because he thought he could. Those were the old days though, back when he’d fully embraced the world they lived in.
He didn’t miss the flirtatious bend to her words, and even if he hadn’t had Soleil to consider, he definitely had Ada.
Before he could respond, she tilted her head to the side and said, “But I’m sure you’re not here because you’ve missed me, Skorpion. What can I do for you?”
“The man you sent to Kauai nearly killed my daughter,” he said without inflection.
“I don’t recall sending any of my men after you or your daughter. Either someone was working against my orders—and they’ll be handled—or you interfered in business that’s not yours.”
“Thing is, the woman you put a hit on is my business, and if you’re targeting her, you’re targeting me.”
A muscle jumped beneath her eye, the only fracture in the careful mask she wore. “Where will I find his body?”
He tapped his thumb against the armrest, never taking his eyes off her. They both knew what he would say. “You won’t.” His meaning clicked with the guard first whose face mottled with red, but Skorpion barely slant his gaze in the man’s direction before giving a curt shake of his head. “I wouldn’t if I were you.”
Keiko waved her hand in a dismissive gesture, stilling the man at her back. “If she’s your business and she stole for me, then you stole from me. Friend or not, no one steals from me.”
“Fair enough. Give me a number and it’s yours.”
“If there was a number high enough to appease me, you wouldn’t be able to pay it.”
“Try me. I know how much she took, and even if you combined your usual interest rate when it comes to a loan, I can still get you the money.”
Now, she was the one to crack a smile. “Unfortunately for you, I don’t want your money.”
“Keiko, don’t—”
“Don’t kill her?” she interrupted. “Is that really what you’re about to say? You better than anyone should know how disrespect is tolerated in my business. I won’t risk looking weak because of your new squeeze.”
Keanu regarded her for a moment before leaning forward, resting his forearm on the desk. “Don’t do anything rash,” he corrected.
“Perhaps you should have explained what I do to those that steal from me rather than sitting here with not one leg to stand on.”
“Is that what you think this is?” he asked, forgetting his polite tone and finally allowing the annoyance he felt to creep into his words. “Because if you want to go to war over this, you won’t win.”
“The last I checked, you’re no longer one of the Kingmaker’s mercenaries. If you don’t have his power to back you, are you sure you can afford to risk your life, or the life of your precious daughter, over one woman?”
“I’d set your world on fire for her.”
Her guard finally made his move, reaching for the gun he had tucked away beneath his suit jacket, but he’d underestimated his level of surprise. It might have only taken him less than a minute to pull his gun, but Keanu had his in hand in less than three seconds.
The first bullet he shot into the man’s shoulder, forcing him to drop his weapon, the next went into his thigh, dropping him down to his knees.
“Might want to find another one of those,” he told Keiko, gesturing to her man. “He’s going to be useless.”
Anger lit up her pretty features, but she didn’t dare try to make a move against him. She knew better. She licked her lips, looking to her man bleeding out on the floor then back to Keanu. “I knew you before your retirement, Skorpion, and one thing I remember, you never killed unless given a direct order. Fire as many shots as you’d like, but we both know you won’t kill me, and I promise you now that this will not end well for you.”
“I’m not going to kill you,” he said easily, reclining back in his seat, ignoring the man’s wails from the floor. “I came to bargain with you. The killing … well, that’s what I brought him for.”
There was a moment of confusion on her face before the expression shifted once two blades suddenly embedded themselves in the wood of the door.
Syn always liked his dramatic entrances.
He did everything with a flare for the dramatics, and seeing his work now was no different.
The door jerked open, the two guards that had meant to be watching Syn pinned to the door bodily, two long handled knives holding them in place.
They were both alive, but twin expressions of apprehension kept both of their gazes locked on Syn and refused to move. He hadn’t made a noise outside his knife tricks, and yet the men were too frightened to speak.
Keiko looked momentarily petrified as Syn entered the room, her face blanching as he came toward her, but it wasn’t her he was interested in, rather the man on the ground beside her.
He crouched down, his head tilting from side to side as he regarded the man before sticking a gloved hand out and sticking his finger into the bullet hole in the man’s shoulder.
“Right, mate. That’s very elegant, yeah. Very elegant. I would’ve tried to nick the carotid, myself, but to each his own and all.”
“Choose,” Keanu said as Syn babbled on, effectively giving Keiko all the reason to pay attention. “Take the money and I’ll throw in a small favor for you in the future. Turn it down and I’ll set him loose.”
She glanced at Syn before turning back to him. “A quarter of a million and a favor in the future. For that, I’ll let your little girlfriend live.”
Keanu nodded. “Pleasure doing business with you. Send me the account numbers.”
She didn’t have to
know that Syn had a soft spot for women and children, that over his lengthy career, he never touched either—she only needed to know about the hard spots, and he’d made sure that was seen.
“I won’t forget this, just so we’re clear,” Keiko called after him.
“I don’t expect you to,” he replied, whistling for Syn to get off the man he was currently kneeling over.
He knew the rules of the game—he even knew that once he’d offered that favor, he could no longer say he was retired.
Now, for Ada, he was back in.
Uilleam would be thrilled.
* * *
Funny, the difference a few weeks and a change in perspective could make.
While the compound was still terrifying in what it stood for, she wasn’t nearly as nervous to be inside it as she had the first time she’d been here.
There weren’t strange men in masks watching her, or the threat of the Kingmaker looming over her, though she was pretty sure he wasn’t quite done with her just yet.
For most of the time Keanu was gone, she’d sat against the top of the bed she’d been given, her hands in her lap as she thought of where he could be and with who.
The list she’d given him had only had ten names on it, but each of those ten names weren’t good people and she doubted, despite his reassurances, it wouldn’t be as easy as he’d made it out to be.
Money wouldn’t be enough—they’d want blood.
But no matter how anxious she was, she didn’t try to leave the dormitory style room. She doubted everyone in the facility knew about her relationship with Keanu, and in case they didn’t, she didn’t want to inadvertently end up in another cell because she was roaming where she had no business.
She didn’t have to leave her room though for someone to find her—they came to her.
The knock at the door had her standing, looking behind her. She expected a burly man in combat gear, but instead as the door swung open, she was greeted to the sight of a girl with bright silver-dyed hair.
Her lips were painted black, matching the slouchy shirt she wore that read: Bite Me.
“Oh, pictures didn’t do you justice,” she commented thoughtfully, loud enough for Ada to hear, but in a curious tone as if the words were meant for herself.
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