“Well don’t you think that’s a good haul for eight f**king hours?” I snap.
“What the f**k brother. You know we have to watch our back out there. What the f**k is your problem?” my brother snaps back at me.
Shit!
“Fucking Creamy ran her mouth off about Winter’s last name,” I grit out.
“Ah shit man.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Anything about Snake?”
“Fucker is off the radar like his son was. You’d think with all the shit stirring we’ve caused, the motherfucker would come outta his hiding spot by now.”
“That’s what causes me worry,” I admit. “I think he’s planning something and if he knows Winter’s last name… who knows what the f**k he’s up too.”
“This shit is gonna backfire worse than any other blowback we’ve ever had,” my brother says quietly into the phone.
“Fuck if I don’t know that. Talk at ya later in chapel,” I say hanging up the phone and heading back out to see Angel’s face as she checks out the rest of the building. That excitement is the only thing that’s gonna keep me sane today.
27
The grand opening is in a few hours, and I’m sitting in one of the VIP booths watching Angel run around with her head cut off barking orders at everyone. Lana and Haley are running behind, and I sent Pyro after them. I had Eagle with them, but that doesn’t ease our nerves any. I sip my drink waiting for the VP of Gunners to walk in. I invited him in for a chat. Snake’s been way too quiet. His VP has wanted to speak with me for a while and I just wouldn’t have it. Just as I lay my glass back down, he enters with a few of his men and a few of mine. Sniper and Smokey have patted them down.
“Drinks?” I ask and they nod. I motion Rap, our other prospect, over. “Will you have Piper make them some drinks?”
Piper will probably growl at me from afar. She’s a dancer, not a bartender, but they don’t come in for another hour and I’ll be damned if I make them f**king drinks.
“Prez,” he says and walks away.
“So you’re the VP,” I say picking up my drink.
“No… I’m the President of Gunners now. We voted Snake out two months ago. He was causing too much riff. That’s why I’m here. I wanted to let you and your club members know that for now, there is no bad blood between the Breaknecks and the Gunners.”
“No shit,” I say.
“No shit,” he says. “I’m Travis by the way.”
I don’t bother giving him my name; the bastard already knows it. It would be a waste of my breath. I don’t owe this f**ker anything and it’s gonna stay that way.
“Well then… stay and enjoy the club,” I say as I get up. “And we are in agreement with the no bad blood as long as what you say is the truth.”
“Understood.”
I start making my way over to Angel when my damn prepay rings. Fuck, I wish I could shut this damn thing off sometimes.
“Breaker,” I say.
“Hey Braxxon baby, it’s Berry. Someone just called the club phone line asking if we knew a Winter Belov.”
And there it is. The shit I’ve been waiting for. I knew it’s been too f**king quiet for the shit we stirred up.
“Thanks Berry; you doing okay?”
“I’m fine sweetie. I gotta go and cook these grandbabies some chicken nuggets… oh and can you send the prospects out for more clubhouse groceries tomorrow? We’re flying through them with this lockdown.”
“Will do Mama Berry,” I say and smile because I know she’s halfway smiling on the other end. She’s been holding up okay for losing her husband, but she’s still way to quiet.
“Thank you sugar; enjoy the opening,” she says and just like that, she hangs up. I always wait for Berry to hang up first. The least I can do is respect her.
“Call Eagle and see what the f**k is taking so long. They should be here by now,” Angel calls out from across the room. I hold up my phone letting her know I’m on it and she calls out I love you in Russian. Why does she f**king do that shit to me when she can’t relieve the pain she causes?
I call and no one answers so I click off. A few moments later, I get a text and my body tingles as I read it.
Need backup hiding behind pool house Snake and a few scary as f**k Russians r here
I hear a gasp and glasses drop. I look up to find Angel had just read the text over my shoulder.
“He’s here,” she says. “I’ll get my gun.”
“What the f**k? Hell no. You are not going, Angel.”
“The f**k if I am. He’s there for me. He’ll kill them if I don’t show up Braxxon. You can’t stop me and I swear I will leave your ass if you try.”
I need to try something. “What about the club? You can’t leave Sated on opening night.”
“Fuck that shit. I trust Piper and Storm, and this club means nothing to me yet. Lana and Haley mean everything to me.”
And that’s it. I’m not winning. When it comes to the women in her life, she ain’t gonna budge. I dial Pyro to see his where he is.
He picks up on the first ring.
“Hey man, I’m about five minutes away from the house. I stopped and checked the compound first.”
“The f**king Russians and Snake are there. Wait for backup!”
“FUCK! I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT. LANA IS IN THERE!”
“What the f**k brother. You know we have to watch our back out there. What the f**k is your problem?” my brother snaps back at me.
Shit!
“Fucking Creamy ran her mouth off about Winter’s last name,” I grit out.
“Ah shit man.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Anything about Snake?”
“Fucker is off the radar like his son was. You’d think with all the shit stirring we’ve caused, the motherfucker would come outta his hiding spot by now.”
“That’s what causes me worry,” I admit. “I think he’s planning something and if he knows Winter’s last name… who knows what the f**k he’s up too.”
“This shit is gonna backfire worse than any other blowback we’ve ever had,” my brother says quietly into the phone.
“Fuck if I don’t know that. Talk at ya later in chapel,” I say hanging up the phone and heading back out to see Angel’s face as she checks out the rest of the building. That excitement is the only thing that’s gonna keep me sane today.
27
The grand opening is in a few hours, and I’m sitting in one of the VIP booths watching Angel run around with her head cut off barking orders at everyone. Lana and Haley are running behind, and I sent Pyro after them. I had Eagle with them, but that doesn’t ease our nerves any. I sip my drink waiting for the VP of Gunners to walk in. I invited him in for a chat. Snake’s been way too quiet. His VP has wanted to speak with me for a while and I just wouldn’t have it. Just as I lay my glass back down, he enters with a few of his men and a few of mine. Sniper and Smokey have patted them down.
“Drinks?” I ask and they nod. I motion Rap, our other prospect, over. “Will you have Piper make them some drinks?”
Piper will probably growl at me from afar. She’s a dancer, not a bartender, but they don’t come in for another hour and I’ll be damned if I make them f**king drinks.
“Prez,” he says and walks away.
“So you’re the VP,” I say picking up my drink.
“No… I’m the President of Gunners now. We voted Snake out two months ago. He was causing too much riff. That’s why I’m here. I wanted to let you and your club members know that for now, there is no bad blood between the Breaknecks and the Gunners.”
“No shit,” I say.
“No shit,” he says. “I’m Travis by the way.”
I don’t bother giving him my name; the bastard already knows it. It would be a waste of my breath. I don’t owe this f**ker anything and it’s gonna stay that way.
“Well then… stay and enjoy the club,” I say as I get up. “And we are in agreement with the no bad blood as long as what you say is the truth.”
“Understood.”
I start making my way over to Angel when my damn prepay rings. Fuck, I wish I could shut this damn thing off sometimes.
“Breaker,” I say.
“Hey Braxxon baby, it’s Berry. Someone just called the club phone line asking if we knew a Winter Belov.”
And there it is. The shit I’ve been waiting for. I knew it’s been too f**king quiet for the shit we stirred up.
“Thanks Berry; you doing okay?”
“I’m fine sweetie. I gotta go and cook these grandbabies some chicken nuggets… oh and can you send the prospects out for more clubhouse groceries tomorrow? We’re flying through them with this lockdown.”
“Will do Mama Berry,” I say and smile because I know she’s halfway smiling on the other end. She’s been holding up okay for losing her husband, but she’s still way to quiet.
“Thank you sugar; enjoy the opening,” she says and just like that, she hangs up. I always wait for Berry to hang up first. The least I can do is respect her.
“Call Eagle and see what the f**k is taking so long. They should be here by now,” Angel calls out from across the room. I hold up my phone letting her know I’m on it and she calls out I love you in Russian. Why does she f**king do that shit to me when she can’t relieve the pain she causes?
I call and no one answers so I click off. A few moments later, I get a text and my body tingles as I read it.
Need backup hiding behind pool house Snake and a few scary as f**k Russians r here
I hear a gasp and glasses drop. I look up to find Angel had just read the text over my shoulder.
“He’s here,” she says. “I’ll get my gun.”
“What the f**k? Hell no. You are not going, Angel.”
“The f**k if I am. He’s there for me. He’ll kill them if I don’t show up Braxxon. You can’t stop me and I swear I will leave your ass if you try.”
I need to try something. “What about the club? You can’t leave Sated on opening night.”
“Fuck that shit. I trust Piper and Storm, and this club means nothing to me yet. Lana and Haley mean everything to me.”
And that’s it. I’m not winning. When it comes to the women in her life, she ain’t gonna budge. I dial Pyro to see his where he is.
He picks up on the first ring.
“Hey man, I’m about five minutes away from the house. I stopped and checked the compound first.”
“The f**king Russians and Snake are there. Wait for backup!”
“FUCK! I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT. LANA IS IN THERE!”
