“Three times.” I sigh. It helps me cope along with everything else.
“Angel,” he murmurs.
“Don’t start Brax; I’m going to bed. Get up.” I start pushing at him.
“Baby,” he moans.
“Stop,” I say with a serious tone and he does.
He doesn’t push me. It’s not lost on me how he hates it. He’s used to getting his way and women falling at his feet. Maybe last week before all this happened, I would have been that kind of woman, but now I’m not.
“Goodnight.” I wave to everyone with Braxxon on my heels as I get up and walk away.
“I care for you, Angel.” He wraps his arms around me, halting me in place. He’s been saying that for four days now when I go to bed.
“I care for you too, Brax.” I lift his hand, flip it over, and kiss it. He gets that I’m done talking and lets me go with a huff.
15
It’s been five weeks since Angel’s attack. Doctor said she’s healing beautifully. These were his exact words. “Winter’s healing just beautifully.” She’s still off her damn rocker, partying with the best of them at night. She’s still herself, and then again, she’s not. Who can f**king blame her? Right now, we’re sitting in the Chapel going over treasury. It’s been too loud and hectic, and we’re behind on deliveries and shit. The kids are going crazy from being trapped at the compound. So we had a cookout, made a damn day outta it, and let the kids play inside the gate. The only one not taking it well is Tatiana. She’s driving Berry and ZZ up the wall. We wore them out with good ol’ fucking sunshine so we could have some peace to get some damn figures together. Still can’t find PP; that motherfucker fell off the damn grid. I know that’s half of Angel’s problem; she wants revenge, and she wants it now. It’s been quiet, and that worries my brothers.
“Petra said that new line is clear,” Pyro says hanging up the phone. Good, another stack of figures our way.
“Good. Treasury?” I ask Max.
“We’re sitting on 3.1 and after this month’s outs, it’ll be down to 2.7.”
Shit. We seriously need to get shit taken care of and get back up to the pipeline. The shop replaces the money spent on the regular bills that your everyday people would pay, but it’s nothing for everything else we do.
“All dues are paid,” Max replies.
I never doubted it. My brothers always pay their dues.
“Secretarial.” I look to Phil.
“Shit’s going great, Prez,” he answers.
“Angel,” I ask.
It’s my way of asking anything new on locating PP, and they know that.
“Nothing boss. I don’t f**king get it—,” James is cut off by my phone ringing. I pick it up and slam my free hand down.
I hit accept and put it on speakerphone.
“Snake,” I hiss.
“I just found out my f**king daughter was killed in that f**king fire you sons of bitches! You’re going to pay for this shit. I’m going to hunt down each, and every single bitch you bastards care about. I don’t give a shit if it was an accident or not,” he screams.
An accident, I almost laugh, just almost. It was no f**king accident that Christina was killed. I’m about to retort when Winter comes flying into the room. Her eyes oozing with anger as she hears Snake on the speakerphone.
“I killed your daughter, you small dick bastard,” she screams. “I f**king blew her brains out, and you know what my exact words were before I pulled the trigger? Goodbye bitch. The same words your cunt of a daughter f**king said to me when I was snatched up by your dumbass goons!”
I give Winter a look to kill. I can’t believe she just did that. She just f**ked up the peace I was trying to create so we could locate PP easier and then move onto Snake. You have to be slick with revenge and she just screwed that shit all to hell.
“You’re dead bitch,” Snake growls before hanging up.
I toss my phone down.
“You dumbass bitch,” I scream standing up. “Don’t you realize what you just did?”
“I don’t give a f**k! That bitch got me kidnapped. She deserved to die for what she did. For f**ks sakes, I’m just now able to pee without a f**king burn! I’m just now able to sit down without ripping my healing scar open! So f**k you,” she screams pointing her finger in my face. “If you think I just f**ked things up for you, let me remind you of something. This happened to me… not you!”
The physical shit might’ve happened to her, but the mental shit happened to the both of us.
“Winter,” I growl.
“Don’t Winter me goddammit! I f**king hate you.” She fumes before turning around and rushing out of the room.
I turn to face my brothers who have a sympathetic look on their faces.
“Prez, she’s handling shit pretty well all things considered,” Smokey tries to lighten the air in the room.
“Yeah.” I agree. “It’s time to enlist Petra’s help with this f**king mess. Pyro, Smokey, Sniper, and ZZ, you’re riding with me. Phil, Walter, and Max go check on the family not staying on the compound. Samuel, Rob, James and Hammer, stay here and keep everything rolling. Call around and try to get some leads,” I say slamming the gavel down.
We roll up to Petra’s and climb off our ladies.
“Well f**k me. If it ain’t the prodigal son; where have you been hiding?” Petra walks out of his garage to greet us.
“Angel,” he murmurs.
“Don’t start Brax; I’m going to bed. Get up.” I start pushing at him.
“Baby,” he moans.
“Stop,” I say with a serious tone and he does.
He doesn’t push me. It’s not lost on me how he hates it. He’s used to getting his way and women falling at his feet. Maybe last week before all this happened, I would have been that kind of woman, but now I’m not.
“Goodnight.” I wave to everyone with Braxxon on my heels as I get up and walk away.
“I care for you, Angel.” He wraps his arms around me, halting me in place. He’s been saying that for four days now when I go to bed.
“I care for you too, Brax.” I lift his hand, flip it over, and kiss it. He gets that I’m done talking and lets me go with a huff.
15
It’s been five weeks since Angel’s attack. Doctor said she’s healing beautifully. These were his exact words. “Winter’s healing just beautifully.” She’s still off her damn rocker, partying with the best of them at night. She’s still herself, and then again, she’s not. Who can f**king blame her? Right now, we’re sitting in the Chapel going over treasury. It’s been too loud and hectic, and we’re behind on deliveries and shit. The kids are going crazy from being trapped at the compound. So we had a cookout, made a damn day outta it, and let the kids play inside the gate. The only one not taking it well is Tatiana. She’s driving Berry and ZZ up the wall. We wore them out with good ol’ fucking sunshine so we could have some peace to get some damn figures together. Still can’t find PP; that motherfucker fell off the damn grid. I know that’s half of Angel’s problem; she wants revenge, and she wants it now. It’s been quiet, and that worries my brothers.
“Petra said that new line is clear,” Pyro says hanging up the phone. Good, another stack of figures our way.
“Good. Treasury?” I ask Max.
“We’re sitting on 3.1 and after this month’s outs, it’ll be down to 2.7.”
Shit. We seriously need to get shit taken care of and get back up to the pipeline. The shop replaces the money spent on the regular bills that your everyday people would pay, but it’s nothing for everything else we do.
“All dues are paid,” Max replies.
I never doubted it. My brothers always pay their dues.
“Secretarial.” I look to Phil.
“Shit’s going great, Prez,” he answers.
“Angel,” I ask.
It’s my way of asking anything new on locating PP, and they know that.
“Nothing boss. I don’t f**king get it—,” James is cut off by my phone ringing. I pick it up and slam my free hand down.
I hit accept and put it on speakerphone.
“Snake,” I hiss.
“I just found out my f**king daughter was killed in that f**king fire you sons of bitches! You’re going to pay for this shit. I’m going to hunt down each, and every single bitch you bastards care about. I don’t give a shit if it was an accident or not,” he screams.
An accident, I almost laugh, just almost. It was no f**king accident that Christina was killed. I’m about to retort when Winter comes flying into the room. Her eyes oozing with anger as she hears Snake on the speakerphone.
“I killed your daughter, you small dick bastard,” she screams. “I f**king blew her brains out, and you know what my exact words were before I pulled the trigger? Goodbye bitch. The same words your cunt of a daughter f**king said to me when I was snatched up by your dumbass goons!”
I give Winter a look to kill. I can’t believe she just did that. She just f**ked up the peace I was trying to create so we could locate PP easier and then move onto Snake. You have to be slick with revenge and she just screwed that shit all to hell.
“You’re dead bitch,” Snake growls before hanging up.
I toss my phone down.
“You dumbass bitch,” I scream standing up. “Don’t you realize what you just did?”
“I don’t give a f**k! That bitch got me kidnapped. She deserved to die for what she did. For f**ks sakes, I’m just now able to pee without a f**king burn! I’m just now able to sit down without ripping my healing scar open! So f**k you,” she screams pointing her finger in my face. “If you think I just f**ked things up for you, let me remind you of something. This happened to me… not you!”
The physical shit might’ve happened to her, but the mental shit happened to the both of us.
“Winter,” I growl.
“Don’t Winter me goddammit! I f**king hate you.” She fumes before turning around and rushing out of the room.
I turn to face my brothers who have a sympathetic look on their faces.
“Prez, she’s handling shit pretty well all things considered,” Smokey tries to lighten the air in the room.
“Yeah.” I agree. “It’s time to enlist Petra’s help with this f**king mess. Pyro, Smokey, Sniper, and ZZ, you’re riding with me. Phil, Walter, and Max go check on the family not staying on the compound. Samuel, Rob, James and Hammer, stay here and keep everything rolling. Call around and try to get some leads,” I say slamming the gavel down.
We roll up to Petra’s and climb off our ladies.
“Well f**k me. If it ain’t the prodigal son; where have you been hiding?” Petra walks out of his garage to greet us.
