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Chapter 16
Braxxon
Angel’s legs are sprawled across mine as a laptop bounces up and down while she clicks through the webpages. We’re sitting in the old clubhouse on the couch looking for land to build us a home. She’s so fuckin hot when she talks about prime land purchases. She’s so damn knowledgeable. It makes my dick hard thinking about how she really is deadly determined to take over Jamaica, Nevada. She’s talking about kicking out the local Chinese gang, who just so happens to own a number of restaurants and nail salons in our town. She’s gone so far as to already draft up plans for a new spa. I told her the Chinese just live here, like a home base. Their business is in Las Vegas, but somehow, Angel still wasn’t happy about that. When I said I don’t know about makin enemies that don’t need makin, she replied with, “This is our town. They want to live here peacefully, then they’ll pay up.” On that note, I shut the fuck up. What can I say? I’m a dude, and I love money and power.
“Jesus baby, how much land you lookin to buy?”
“All of it,” she says simply as she picks her notebook off of the couch and starts writing down more information.
“We can’t afford to buy it all at once, Angel. You may have a lot of money and the club may have a lot of money, but it goes fast, believe me.”
“We have a lot of money,” she corrects.
“What?”
“You said you have a lot of money, and I said we have a lot of money.”
“My fuckin point is that it will go fast.”
“Silly man… you think I haven’ been investing?”
“Uhh…,” I say because technically, I don’t know.
“You forget all of our money is legal. The club’s may not be, but ours is. I’ve got things in play. Oh, and check this out.”
She starts pulling up certain things on her computer, smiling and biting her lip. I lean in as she points to what looks to be a map. “See, all that outlined in yellow is already ours. We built on the surrounding lots for the new lockdown building. This over here is all the property that your club already owns.”
She’s fuckin amazing. Another reason my Angel is perfect for me.
“What’s the blue line?” I point out.
“You don’t recognize the path of the blue line on the club land?”
I look back at it. Trying to study it, figure it out, when it suddenly dawns on me. She’s fuckin brilliant!
“It’s our underground tunnel here on the compound. So you’re tellin me you wanna burrow it to connect with our land that we buy?” I ask in disbelief.
“No, just from Club Sated. Realistically, it would be hard to do it from all the land I wanna buy. I want my girls to be able to run if they need to…” she trails off.
And now I get it. With all the shit happenin, she wants a safe harbor for the dancers she has.
My phone rings, disturbing my time with Angel.
I hate when we’re interrupted, but when I see the unknown number, my anger turns to curiosity.
“Breaker,” I snap into the telephone.
"It's Cage. Break... neck. Fucking breakneck."
My body sits at full alert and I grip the piece of shit cellphone tightly. I haven't spoken with Cage in years. Not only has he just called Breakneck, but his voice is tight and laced with an extreme amount of worry and anger.
"Cage, brother. What's up?"
"Cuts me fucking deep needing to make this call, Braxx. Got a situation and it isn't a situation I can take care of."
Oh shit. Cage is straight as they come legal wise. I met the dude on a charity ride years back. It was a dark time for him. He just got outta the service, and the dude was fucked up. He was grieving his sister. I can't imagine a pain like that, nor do I wanna.
"Name it, brother." I say to him as I kiss Angel on the forehead, lifting her resting legs off of me so I can stand.
"My girl, fuck...there isn't enough time to explain the six degrees of fucked up I found myself in. My girl’s nephew. The other grandparents took him, snatched him right out of bed, and didn’t leave anything pretty behind. Her mother is critical and questionable. Best I can find is they took him your way. Braxx, I won't let anyone hurt what is mine. Never again. This ends." Cage's voice comes out over the phone very lethal and deadly calm. I look over at Angel and see curiosity written all over her face. With the lockdown and shit, this is a bad time, a really bad fucking time. But Cage is a brother from my past, and I can't turn my back on him.
"Cage, brother, I need you to say what you need from me?"
"I'll be in Vegas in twelve hours tops. Got to find my boy and bring him home. I wouldn't be making this call if I didn't need you. Turn that shit red, Braxx."