“ZZ, it’s Juan. I’ve been tryin to reach your Prez and VP, and they’re not answerin. I got some info on that shootin at the restaurant.”
What the fuck? Why wouldn’t they answer their goddamn phones? It’s just a damn pizza dinner.
“Let me hear it,” I grumble lighting up my smoke.
“The hit came from the east coast; word is there’s a pretty big penny sittin on five gals’ heads.”
Two things replay over and over after he tells me this. East coast and five gals.
“The hits, who is on the hit list?” I all but yell into my phone as I make my way back outside. I throw the door open, and all heads turn towards me. I point to my phone with the hand holding my cigarette in it. Braxxon digs out his phone, automatically knowing he’s missed an important phone call. He jumps up and makes his way over to me.
“I’ll send the photos to your prepay. Have my money delivered to me.” Juan says, waiting for me to hang up.
“I’ll send a prospect.”
I hang up the phone as Braxxon shuts the door behind us.
“What did Juan say?” Braxxon asks.
“Five hits and they’re from the east. He’s sending photos to my phone.”
Braxxon nods and reopens the door leading to the courtyard, motioning for a prospect. Once the prospect comes in, Braxxon closes the door.
“Prez.” He greets.
Braxxon starts firing off as he digs out money from his wallet. “Take this money to the location I’m about to text your prepay. Follow the instructions I send with the text.”
The prospect takes the money with a nod and starts walking off as Braxxon starts rapid texting from his prepay.
My phone dings and I take a deep breath to see who is all on the hit list.
“Storm.” I click. “Winter.” Click. “Tatiana.” I growl and click again. “Piper.” Click. Fuck! “Ma.”
“What are the damn odds Prez that the five main women of the fuckin club are on a fuckin hit list?” I yell.
“I don’t think it has anything to do with the club, brother.” He says opening the door again and calling for Winter.
“What do you mean?”
“I think it has everything to do with Angel. I think that whoever wants Angel dead wants whoever she hangs with dead too.” He answers back as Winter shuts the door behind her.
“What babe?” She frowns as she notices his facial expression.
“The hits from the east coast. Show her your phone, brother.”
I do as he says and hand Winter my phone. I watch as she clicks through the five photos, a scowl developing on her face.
“I’m so fuckin sorry ZZ,” she croaks, handing me back my phone.
“Call your uncle Angel. Now!” Braxxon orders.
“Don’t fuckin take that tone with me! Of course, I’m gonna call that fucker.” She yells at him.
I leave them to argue. I need to talk to my girls. I walk back outside and motion for my mom, daughter, Piper, and Storm. They all stop talking and make their way into the building. They look at me in confusion as we pass Braxxon and Winter arguing back and forth like they’re already fuckin married.
“Sit down, all four of you.” I growl motioning to the couches. I’ve set my tone mean on purpose. I want them to take this shit fuckin seriously.
I take a deep breath and cross my arms. The look I want to give them needs to be fuckin menacing. They need to know I’m deadly serious.
“Dad?” Tatiana croaks.
I’m about to speak when Winter walks over to us. “Change of plans, wedding will be here.” And she walks away.
Thank fuck! That was one more worry I had with this fuckin hit.
“Son, spit the shit out. I need to get back with the children.” My ma sighs, already exasperated with me.
“The hit is on the four of you and Winter. It’s probably a Russian Mafia hit, so take this shit seriously. It has nothing to do with the club and everything to do with Winter knowin you. I mean it. You better take this shit seriously. Piper and Storm, your shifts at Club Sated will be heavily guarded. You won’t fuckin leave this compound without at least three club members, got me?”
I wait for them to nod their heads in understanding before I continue.
“Tatiana, I swear I will fuckin tan your ass if you leave without at least three men at any time. Do you fuckin get me kid?”
“Yeah dad, I understand.” She whispers wiping a tear from her eye. Everyone hates when lockdown gets even heavier. Not to mention someone wants her dead. Hate to say it but I’m glad my kid is crying. It means she understands.
“Ma,” I begin to say and she holds up her hand.
“I won’t leave without James.” She answers.