Troy’s POV.
I end the call with Thea as Titus knocks the fucker out. I whistle to get his attention and he looks up with blood spatter on his face.
“That was Thea. She has a job for us. I’m going to call Ser and get her to send someone with a van. We have an appointment.” I say and Titus straightens up as I make the call to our older sister.
“What’s up, Troy-boy?” Ser says, and I hate the nickname.
“We need a van and some of the boys. We have guests to send to hell.” I tell her, and she sighs.
“Send me your location. You couldn’t wait a few days before you caused mayhem?” She hisses.
“No, we couldn’t. We have just stopped a damn coup, Ser. Send the boys and the van. Sending you my location now.” I say and hang up, sending her the location.
“Who is the target?” Titus says as he wipes
