Chapter 252 Soon, Daddy
Kieran looked down at Genesis’s face, making sure her breathing had evened out into the slow, deep rhythm of real sleep. Her lashes were still damp from earlier tears, cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead with the back of his knuckles, gentle, and soft then whispered her name once more.
“Genesis.”
No answer.
“Baby.”
Nothing. Just the soft rise and fall of her chest, one hand curled protectively over her bump even in sleep.
He exhaled quietly, pressed a feather-light kiss to her temple, then eased himself out of bed. The stitches in his chest pulled, but he ignored it. He tugged on sweatpants and a black T-shirt, moving silently so he wouldn’t wake her.
Downstairs, the house was dim, Christmas lights still glowing softly on the tree, casting long shadows across the foyer. He found Damon and Revelation in the kitchen. Damon leaned against the island, arms crossed, nursing black coffee. Revelation sat on a stool, phone in hand, scrolling through something with a frown.
Both looked up the second he appeared.
“Study,” Kieran said, voice low. “Now.”
They followed without question.
Kieran closed the study door behind them, locked it, then turned to face them.
“Keenan,” he said without preamble.
Damon set his mug down. Revelation straightened.
“He didn’t get bail,” Damon said. “Magistrate denied it this morning. He’s officially charged: first-degree murder, abuse of a corpse, tampering with evidence, obstruction of justice. The U.S. Attorney’s office is pushing hard. He’s being held at MDC Brooklyn pending trial.”
Kieran’s jaw tightened.
“He won’t go down quietly,” he said. “Even locked up, he’s still dangerous. If he realizes he’s facing life without parole or the needle, he’ll try to take me down with him. Knight. Everything he knows about who I really am. He’ll sing to the feds, trade intel for a deal.”
Damon nodded once. “We can’t let that happen.”
Revelation cleared her throat.
“Your wife, my sister proposed that we kill him in prison.”
Kieran’s gaze snapped to her.
Revelation met it unflinchingly.
“She came to Damon a few days ago. Said it was the only way to make sure he never talks. And she wants to do it herself.”
Kieran’s expression didn’t change, but something akin to surprise flickered in his eyes.
“She said that?”
Revelation nodded slowly, arms crossed tight over her chest like she was holding herself together.
“She’s not the girl we knew anymore,” she said quietly. “She’s not the fearful mute thing that was dragged in here. That’s a good thing. But…” She hesitated, eyes flicking between Kieran and Damon. “She shouldn’t be the one to do it. Not personally. Not dressed as a nun, modifying her features, walking into MDC visitation like some holy assassin and slitting his in the throat.”
Kieran’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes darkened.
Revelation kept going, voice low.
“She already thought it through. She told Damon she’d go in during a busy visitation day—hundreds of people cycling through. Habit loose enough to hide padding over the bump, colored contacts, makeup to change the face shape, short black wig under the veil. Fake ID under a name like ‘Sister Mary Catherine,’ pre-approved visit under a religious charity banner. She said she’d get close during a hug, quick jab to the carotid with a ceramic blade smuggled in the folds. Silent and Fast.”
Damon picked up where she left off, tone flat.
“The guards would be paid off. Not all of them, just the two on that block. Enough cash to look the other way for thirty seconds. No cameras in the contact visit room itself only in the hallways. And since his only visitor that day would be a nun… no one would believe a nun did it. It would be ruled a suicide. Inmate shanked himself with a homemade weapon. Case closed.”
Revelation exhaled sharply.
“She’s serious, Kieran. She said she needs to be the one holding the knife. Needs to see his eyes when he realizes it’s her. That she’s the one ending him.”
Kieran stared at the floor for a long beat.
Then he looked up.
“She’s pregnant. That's too High-risk. She almost bled out two days ago. And she wants to walk into a federal detention center, past metal detectors, past guards, disguised as a fucking nun, and murder a man in custody?”
Revelation’s voice cracked just slightly.
“She thinks it’s the only way to make sure he never talks. Never exposes Knight. Never takes you down with him. She said… she’s done being the victim. Done waiting for someone else to protect her family.”
Damon leaned against the desk, arms folded.
“She’s not wrong about the cover. A nun visit. Paid-off guards. No cameras in the room. Suicide ruling. It could work. It’s been done before, people have smuggled blades in religious garb. But the risk…” He shook his head. “If she gets caught on the way in, or if one guard isn’t bought, or if Keenan fights back and screams… she’s looking at life. And the baby….”
Kieran cut him off, voice low and lethal.
"Of course she's not doing it.”
Revelation met his gaze.
“You think you can stop her?”
Kieran’s smile was cold.
“I’ll chain her to the fucking bed if I have to. But she’s not stepping foot in MDC.”
Revelation crossed her arms tighter.
“She’s going to fight you on this.”
“She can fight me all she wants,” Kieran said quietly. “She just has to stay alive. And so does our child.”
Damon nodded.
“So what’s the alternative? We can’t let Keenan flip. He’ll trade everything for a reduced sentence. The feds would eat it up.”
Kieran turned toward the window, staring out at the dark estate grounds.
“We do it clean,” he said. “Through people already inside. Aryan Brotherhood, MS-13, whoever’s running the block. A shank to the kidney during rec. Quiet. No visitors. No nun. Ruled inmate-on-inmate violence. Case closed.”
Revelation exhaled.
“That’s safer. For her.”
Kieran nodded once.
“But she can’t know we’re doing it. She’ll try to stop us or worse, insist on being involved.”
Damon pushed off the desk.
“I’ll make the calls. Quietly.”
Kieran turned toward the door.
“I’m going back upstairs. If she wakes up alone, she’ll panic.”
He paused, hand on the knob.
“But we end Keenan. Before he ends us.”
The door closed behind him.
Revelation finally spoke, her voice small but edged with anticipation.
“So… Do we have the perfect crew to end that bastard?”
Damon smiled, a ravenous smile and reached out, palming the back of her head to drag her close until their foreheads almost touched.
“Oh, we do. The Aryan Brotherhood is no joke. And they owe Knight a big favor. They’ll make it quick.”
She smiled back, sharp and wicked. “I can’t wait for him to die. So finally me and Knight can come to terms.”
“Hmm, is that so, kitten?” he murmured, brushing his lips feather-light over hers.
“Yes.” She tilted her head, eyes glittering. “I do remember him saying he’d give me his head on a platter of gold.”
He licked slowly along her bottom lip; she pressed her body flush against his, hips rolling in that deliberate way she knew drove him insane.
“And you were so fucking hot saying that,” he growled low. “But we both know you’re not going to kill Knight.”
She grabbed his lapels, yanking him even closer.
“Oh, I don’t want to kill him anymore,” she purred. “I just want something in return.”
“And what’s that?”
She smirked, slow and filthy.
“Soon, Daddy,” she teased, voice dripping honey and venom. “Very soon.”
Then she crushed their mouths together, hard, hungry, claiming.
He groaned into the kiss, hands sliding down to grip her ass and lift her against him like she weighed nothing.
The war was finally almost over.