Juen sighed inwardly. The Pillar had already made his unlucky wife his Pillarman, and now he was bringing his unlucky cousin, who held no official rank in the clan, into the inner circle of the leadership,
For some reason, the woman had been admitted into Molovni’s inner circle, when Bero had not. She must be letting them fuck her. It was the only explanation.
So he knew that what he and his brother were doing now—sneaking unaccompanied into an enemy district to watch Ayt Atosho duel a challenger—was not technically forbidden by clan law but was also not something his parents would ever allow them to do.
from behind Ayt, the secretary who had begun to refill the Pillar’s water glass dropped the jug, spilling water all over the table and Koben Yiro’s papers, and in the same motion thrust a knife concealed under her sleeve into the side of Ayt Madashi’s neck.
Hilo stared at her, then slowly raised his eyes to the others in the room, sweeping a coolly assessing gaze over the meeting’s attendees. Without a word, he took two deliberate steps to block the exit.
He took several steps backward and then the van below the window detonated in an explosion that demolished the ground floor of the building and engulfed the side of the structure in an expanding fireball that traveled faster than the screams of the people it swallowed.
Hilo had time only to register disbelief, to think of his wife and children, before the force of the blast reached him and the third-floor boardroom collapsed, bringing hundreds of kilograms of concrete rubble down on him.
Several Clanless Future Movement members had revealed under interrogation that a foreigner named Molovni was a key figure in the CFM, but this Molovni, if he existed, was a ghost.
If you do all that, then we’ll talk about finding you some new opportunity, inside or outside of the clan, because obviously you aren’t going to be Pillar.”
Kaul Hiloshudon, flanked by four of his Green Bone warriors, strode through the breached fence and advanced toward the building with the heedless implacability of a demon.
In all the years that Sunto had known the clan leader, he’d never been sure if the stories he’d heard about Kaul Hilo were true. Now he thought they probably were.
“If you do it again, I’ll come to your house and kill your pets,” Jaya had promised, as if she were the older sibling and had to protect Ru from bullies on the playground.
Hilo spoke into the phone through clenched teeth. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He hung up and grabbed his jacket and car keys. “Jaya’s been arrested.”