Page 95 of King of Ruin
But Leo fills in. “Now? Now you think I’m capable of taking over? I wanted more responsibility for years.”
Mason laughs. “It’s funny how you often get what you want when you give up on it, isn’t it? I didn’t think I’d ever marry…”
“Me either,” I mutter as I run a hand through my hair. “But I never wanted to be at the head of Kincaid Enterprises either.”
Mason shakes his head. “What you said about selling the casinos…it would be a major loss of revenue.”
“And a serious reduction of problems,” Leo fills in. “The clubs too. Every time we find ourselves on the wrong side of the law, it begins with a club or a casino.”
Mason scrubs at his jaw. “I started with casinos because it was what we knew. We had contacts, family connections. But also, I wanted revenge on the people who killed Dad, I wanted to control the world that crumbled ours.” He shakes his head. “But we could let them go.”
I nod. “Maybe. Let’s wait to make a decision until we know where Luke is. If he’s all right…”
“He’s all right,” Mason whispers and my head jerks up.
“What?”
“I heard from him. He’s alive. So is Kate.”
All the air rushes from my lungs as I slump against the table, feeling like I just got punched in the gut. “That scrappy fucker.” And then a sound like a half groan, half yell breaks from my lips. I’m so fucking relieved.
“Where is he?”
“Colorado,” Mason answers. “I’m having him transported to the family compound now. We’ll all be together soon.”
I open my mouth, not even sure what to say. I get to tell Luke I’m getting married. Get to have him stand next to me…
I feel light enough to walk on water. But before I can ask Mason more details, his phone rings and he picks up before it’s even finished a single ring. “Charlotte.”
I hear her sharp tone, clipped words. “Sweetheart—” Mason tries to break in.
“But—” he tries again.
“It’s not?—”
My brows go up. I’ve never seen Mason unable to get a word in edgewise.
Finally, he lets out a heavy sigh. “It’s already done. The house is bought and Leo, Roman, and I are making plans for the future together.”
The line is quiet.
“Please come to Vegas, sweetheart. I can’t go another night without you.”
I’ve never heard Mason say anything like that either.
Charlotte starts talking again, and I stop listening, about to turn away, when his brow furrows. “Charlotte, I’ve got to call you back.”
He clicks over before Charlotte even responds. “Hello?”
His eyes meet mine going wide with fear.
“What is it?” I spit, my body tensing.
Mason hangs up the phone a second later. “It’s Vigo and Vincent. They’re out of jail.”
“How? There wasn’t a hearing.”
“Some legal loophole,” he grabs his jacket off the back of his chair. “But I think it’s best we go get Maddie. She’s in the one place the Vendettis know where to look.”