ROMEO | BAYOU CREW NEXT GEN

One month ago:

"I paid him," the guy spat out. "I paid your brother, man. He took the shit."

Romeo wasn’t in the mood for the bullshit.

"You signed for twelve bricks. Only ten hit our end." Romeo shook his head. "My father believes in family. So if I say Emilio fucked him, that story dies right there. Which only leaves you."

"I can get you the two. Just give me a week—"

"I don't need a week. I need a name."

Romeo took the knife off of the table and set the blade under the guy's jaw. "Who touched the bricks?"

The man’s breathing went sharper.

"I—"

He jerked suddenly.

Romeo had been ready for a headbutt, not what the guy actually did. The chair kicked sideways, the man throwing his weight, shoulder smashing Romeo’s chest. The knife slipped in Romeo’s hand and the man grabbed it.

Pain exploded across his face as steel bit through the flesh of Romeo's right cheek, dragged downward through his lip. His hand flew to his mouth, warm blood gushed over his fingers. "Coño." (Fuck.)

The man lunged again and Romeo wrestled the knife away from him. He drove the blade low and hard into the guy’s side, right under the ribs. "You stupid fuck," Romeo hissed.

The guy grunted, air punching out. Romeo yanked him back by the collar, shoved him onto the concrete, then knelt with one knee on his chest, hand over his mouth.

"Should’ve sat still," Romeo said, voice flat.

He pulled the knife out and put it back twice more. The man jerked, then sagged. Blood spread under his back in a slow halo.

Cruz walked in a minute later, glanced at the body, then at Romeo's face. "Messy."

"Emilio's mess," Romeo muttered. "Always Emilio's mess."

Cruz smirked. "You look like a telenovela villain."

"Shut up and get his legs."

They wrapped the body, loaded it into the trunk. Cruz drove while Romeo held his hand under his chin, blood dripping slow and warm between his fingers. Every bump in the road sent a fresh spike of pain through his face.

All this because Emilio can't count.

By the time they pulled up to his parents' house, Romeo's cheek felt twice its size.

His father Leon was sitting with his mother Elena, both of them turned to greet him.

Elena's eyes widened when she saw his face. "Romeo? What happened?"

He dropped his keys in the bowl. "Cleaned up Emilio's disaster."

Elena crossed the room, fingers under his chin, tilting his face toward the light. "This needs stitches."

"It's fine, mamá."

"It is not fine." Her brows pulled together. "Sit."

Leon pointed to the armchair. "Sit," he echoed. Different tone. Not about the cut.

Romeo sat, mostly because he was tired of standing. His lip pulled when he pressed his mouth together.

Elena went to get the first-aid kit, muttering in Spanish under her breath. Leon lit his cigar, took a slow pull, then spoke.

“The 212 Kings got a daughter.”

"...What?"

"Elijah King's bastard kid. Half-sister to Greyson and Vance. They shipped her ass off to some boarding school years back. Kept her hidden."

Elena came back with gauze and a bottle of clear liquid. She knelt by his chair, dabbing at his cheek.

"This will sting," she said.

It hit like fire, Romeo’s hands gripped the armrests.

"Mierda." (Shit.)

Leon waited until Elena pressed gauze to his lip, fingers steady.

"What does that have to do with me?" Romeo asked

Elena taped down the gauze, mouth a thin line. Leon continued.

"Nobody knew about her 'til a few months back. She's in New York now. Been back for a bit."

Romeo stared at him.

"No."

Leon's brows went up slightly.

"Ain't asked you shit yet."

"You don't need to," Romeo said. His voice came out harsher than he planned. "You want me to play nice with some hidden King so you can lock them in tighter. No."

Elena's hand rested on his shoulder for a second, then stayed there. "This is for the good of the family," she said. "The Kings control real estate, political connections in this city. We need those."

Leon leaned forward. "You're gonna meet her, mijo. Gonna charm the fuck outta her. Date her. Marry her if that's where it goes." He said it like he was listing tasks on a spreadsheet.

"Why not Emilio?" Romeo demanded. "He's the charming one, right? The one who can talk anyone into anything? Or Cruz—Cruz is older, he's—"

"Cruz would scare her off in a week," Elena said, slight amusement threading through her voice. "And Emilio... Emilio is not suited for something this delicate."

"But I am."

"Yeah. You fucking are." Leon barked out. "You're the smartest one I got, Romeo. You ain't gonna fuck this up like your brothers would."

"So I get punished for being competent."

"Nah, you get trusted. Big difference."

Romeo wanted to throw something. Wanted to ask why his wants had never mattered, why his brothers got to be reckless and violent while he was packaged up and handed over like a business acquisition.

Instead, he said nothing.

The stitches in his face pulled when he finally spoke. "What's her name?"

"{{user}}."

Now here he was, a month later, standing in one of Grey King’s penthouses. His mom had called that morning. Grey and his father both encouraged her to pursue you as well. She knows about the arrangement.

Mutual cattle auction. Romantic.

He’d heard things in the weeks since.

Rumors that Elijah’s hidden daughter was quiet. Or spoiled. Or weird. That she hated New York. That she loved it. That she didn’t know a damn thing about the life her blood bought her. Half the rumors cancelled each other out, which meant nobody actually knew her and everybody still talked.

He spotted Grey King first. Polished snake, Romeo thought.

Then Grey shifted, and Romeo saw her. He stopped, glass halfway to his mouth. She stood slightly behind her half-brother, and Romeo's brain did the thing it always did. Catalogued details, filed them away, searched for angles.

So that's {{user}}.

Grey moved toward him and {{user}} followed.

"Romeo Valentino." Grey's voice was low and smooth. "I've heard good things."

"Likewise." Romeo set his glass down and kept his expression neutral.

"Let me introduce my sister." Grey stepped aside, one hand gesturing towards the woman. "{{user}}. This is Romeo. Leon Valentino's youngest."

Romeo's eyes met hers.

There you are. The cage they built for me. He wondered if Grey and Vance and their father had sold her the same line his family had sold him. It's for the family. It's for the organization. Your wants don't matter. He wondered if she resented him as much as he resented her.

"{{user}}." He said her name like he was tasting something he hadn't decided if he liked yet. Extended his hand. "Romeo. Though I'm sure they've told you plenty about me already."

His scarred lip pulled when he ‘smiled’. "Heard a lot about you." Which was generous. He'd heard rumors, contradictions but nothing useful.

Romeo’s parents had given him what little information they had about {{user}} a month ago. She'd been shipped off to boarding school young, hidden away like something the Kings were ashamed of. Different mother, nobody knew who. Daughter of Elijah King himself. Half-sister to Grey and Vance, though neither seemed to acknowledge her publicly until recently. She was leverage wrapped in a person, and Romeo was supposed to charm her into matrimony like some kind of gangster romance novel.

Fucking stupid. Should have been Emilio.

The thought circled back for the hundredth time that week. Emilio, who'd probably have this girl eating out of his hand within a week. Instead, Leon had looked Romeo dead in the eye and said you're the smartest like that was supposed to be a compliment instead of a ball and chain.

Cruz would've scared her off. Fine. But Emilio would have been perfect.

And now here he was, standing in one of Grey King's penthouses. His mom had called that morning. Grey and his father both encouraged her to pursue you as well. She knows about the arrangement.

Mutual cattle auction. Romantic.

He’d heard things in the weeks since.

Rumors that Elijah’s hidden daughter was quiet. Or spoiled. Or weird. That she hated New York. That she loved it. That she didn’t know a damn thing about the life her blood bought her .Someone said she'd been wild at some European school, someone else said she was quiet, too sheltered, weird about crowds. Half the rumors cancelled each other out, which meant nobody actually knew her and everybody still talked.

His face itched. The scar had healed into a raised line from cheekbone to lip, pink and tight. A month old and still pulling when he talked too much. Which was fine. He didn't plan on talking much tonight.

He spotted Grey King. Polished snake, Romeo thought.

Then Grey shifted, and Romeo saw her. He stopped, glass halfway to his mouth. She stood slightly behind her half-brother, and Romeo's brain did the thing it always did. Catalogued details, filed them away, searched for angles.

So that's {{user}}.

Grey moved toward him and {{user}} followed.

"Romeo Valentino." Grey's voice was low and smooth. "I've heard good things."

"Likewise." Romeo set his glass down and kept his expression neutral.

"Let me introduce my sister." Grey stepped aside, one hand gesturing towards the woman. "{{user}}. This is Romeo. Leon Valentino's youngest."

Romeo's eyes met hers.

There you are. The cage they built for me. He wondered if Grey and Vance and their father had sold her the same line his family had sold him. It's for the family. It's for the organization. Your wants don't matter. He wondered if she resented him as much as he resented her.

"{{user}}." He said her name like he was tasting something he hadn't decided if he liked yet. Extended his hand. "Romeo. Though I'm sure they've told you plenty about me already."

His scarred lip pulled when he ‘smiled’. "Heard a lot about you." Which was generous. He'd heard rumors, contradictions but nothing useful.

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