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how his massive tail sluices through the water as he swims at breakneck speeds, or even how he looked like a giant sitting in the green plastic chair at Franny’s. There’s nothing weak about my husband at all.
    My king.
    Take that, dear ‘ol Dad.

 
    “O ne last run for old time’s sake?” Jagger questions and holds out his fist.
    I nod at him, knocking his fist with mine, and then Cassius’s before roaring my engine. Then, I set off riding behind Jagger toward the factory for the meet-up. Guttenberg. Some German asshole who thinks he’s going to swoop in and steal business in the middle of a presidency change. I can smell stank from a mile away. And everything about this stinks.
    “Be alert,” I bark out to Jagger, despite my position as president no longer existing. This goes beyond hierarchy, but instead is about brotherhood. Jagger and I may not always see eye to eye or talk much about our pasts. But we have history. On my sixteenth birthday, we went swimming after several beers we’d stolen from his parents’ house. It was then, I changed for the first time. Out of fucking nowhere, and completely by surprise, my legs bound together and reformed into a black tail. A fucking merman. Jagger saw. How could he not? He saw every horrifying bit of it. Neither of us spoke about it afterwards, though. Not once did he say a word about it, and our friendship carried on as if it never happened. But it did happen. I didn’t even tell Mama Constance. It became my secret. And apparently Jagger’s too, because he never once told.
    “Ten ‘o clock,” Cassius growls.
    It’s just the three of us on this run. Nobody else needs to see this shit go down. This is more than a business relationship changing hands. This shit is personal. My eyes flit to where he saw movement. Two well-dressed men stand beside a nondescript black vehicle, staring at us as we approach. But the one standing beside them aiming a Glock at us, is the one I want to throttle.
    “Guttenberg,” I shout out, my fists clenching. “Steffan Guttenberg.”
    He laughs coldly, and I stop about twenty feet from him. “And your friends led you right to me. I played them all so easily with this ‘deal.’ Now you’re going to die, asshole.”
    Smirking, I cut my eyes to Jagger, and then to Cassius. I know where my loyalty lies. “What do you want?”
    I hear the crunch of gravel as the two men approach. Both of my boys are tense beside me. One false move and there’ll be a bloodbath. The older one, with dark reddish hair, glowers at me.
    “You stole her from us,” he practically spits out at me.
    I raise a brow at him. “Hali does what she wants. You can’t stop love, man.”
    The black-headed younger man growls. “She’s supposed to be mine. I’m the rightful heir and she was to be my wife. Then, some fucker swoops in and steals her. This shit ends tonight, and I take her back with me.”
    At this, I laugh. “Ain’t happening, Zee.”
    His dark eyes widen at the mention of his name. “What the—”
    “This is nonsense. Steffan, take care of them.”
    “What’s the matter, Hayden? Can’t do your own dirty work? What’s the offense of our people if one attempts to murder the king?” I question, my voice calm and collected. “Oh, that’s right, death by drowning. Pretty fucking awful way to die for a merman.”
    Zee and Hayden exchange horrified glances.
    “How do you even know about this? This is ridiculous,” Hayden barks out and glances nervously at Cassius, who remains as still as a statue, completely unfazed by talk of mer people.
    “What? You afraid these boys are going to tell on you? Rat you out to the government or something? Turn you into lab animals?” I ask, shrugging my shoulders. “Nah, these are my brothers. They know everything. A nice dinner at Mama Constance’s earlier and everyone is up to speed on all of your bullshit. You will not be taking my wife. You will not be killing me. And you all will fucking take your