Seize Me Part 18

s.h.i.+t!

"f.u.c.king Creamy ran her mouth off about Winter's last name," I grit out.

"Ah s.h.i.+t man."

"Yeah," I say. "Anything about Snake?"

"f.u.c.ker is off the radar like his son was. You'd think with all the s.h.i.+t stirring we've caused, the motherf.u.c.ker 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.u.c.k he's up too."

"This s.h.i.+t is gonna backfire worse than any other blowback we've ever had," my brother says quietly into the phone.

"f.u.c.k 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.

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 gla.s.s 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 d.a.m.ned if I make them f.u.c.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 s.h.i.+t," I say.

"No s.h.i.+t," he says. "I'm Travis by the way."

I don't bother giving him my name; the b.a.s.t.a.r.d already knows it. It would be a waste of my breath. I don't owe this f.u.c.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 d.a.m.n prepay rings. f.u.c.k, I wish I could shut this d.a.m.n 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 s.h.i.+t I've been waiting for. I knew it's been too f.u.c.king quiet for the s.h.i.+t 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.u.c.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.u.c.king do that s.h.i.+t 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.u.c.k Russians r here I hear a gasp and gla.s.ses 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.u.c.k? h.e.l.l no. You are not going, Angel."

"The f.u.c.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 a.s.s if you try."

I need to try something. "What about the club? You can't leave Sated on opening night."

"f.u.c.k that s.h.i.+t. 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.u.c.king Russians and Snake are there. Wait for backup!"

"f.u.c.k! I CAN'T f.u.c.kING WAIT. LANA IS IN THERE!"

"Pyro," I warn. "Brother, don't f.u.c.king go in there alone."

But then my cell goes quiet. He's hung up on me.

"Angel, now," I roar.

"I'm right behind you," she says as I turn around and see her taking the safety off her gun.

"You're gonna shoot your t.i.t off," I say grabbing her free hand dragging her.

"Better my t.i.t because if I can't get the safety off, and someone shoots me and there goes my head."

Why the f.u.c.k does she talk like that?

"This s.h.i.+t is bad, Angel."

"Vy ponyatiya ne imeyete," I respond. "You have no Idea."

I break every traffic law there is speeding towards the house. I hear the thunder of other bikes rolling up behind us and I peer back to see my brothers right on our tail. Angel squeezes me with her thighs in a silent thank f.u.c.k gesture, but when we pull up the long driveway and see nothing but Lana's, Eagles and Pyro's vehicles; we know something bad awaits us.

"No... no... no...," Angel cries hopping off my bike.

I'm hot on her trail as she flies through the house without checking it first. I search the house looking for her and when I find her, she's staring out through the gla.s.s patio door before flinging it open.

"Moya sestra," she screams. "My sister."

When I reach the patio doors, I almost get sick. I can't believe this happened in just a few minutes. Blood is staining the pool water red as Haley's body floats face first in it. I gulp, looking over to see Eagle's head stuck on a tiki torch with his body on the ground next to it. Who the f.u.c.k are these people? Killing a f.u.c.king innocent pregnant girl and sticking someone's head on a stake like it's the f.u.c.king dark ages and s.h.i.+t. I hear Winter crying and my eyes find her bending over a limp Lana, who Pyro is rocking back and forth in his arms with blood all over him.

"f.u.c.k!"

I take off running and when I reach them, I see Lana gasping for breath, staring Angel in the eyes.

"Don't," she gasps. "Let him," she gasps again. "Win this time."

"Lana nooo," Angel cries as her eyes stop blinking and her breathing stops. I hear a gurgled cough. I look to my right as Angel's and Pyro's heads snap up. We see a big Russian trying to crawl away.

Pyro goes to stand and Angel stops him.

"Don't," she says standing. "Stay with her."

Angel takes the gun out of her holster and slowly walks over to the guy trying to get away. I do nothing but walk with her. She's p.i.s.sed. This is her own family killing people she loves.

"Well if it isn't my father's defender, Aleksey," she growls as she kicks him in the side where his wound is. "Seems he left you here to die."

She looks to the sky before taking a deep breath and pointing the gun at his head. It wasn't a move to contemplate things; it was a move as in she was thinking of what to say.

"It's a sad thing that I grew up calling you uncle. But guess what?" she coos bending down closer.

"Ne budet ni raya, tol'ko diya vas ad," she speaks before putting a whole clip into his skull. "There will be no heaven for you, only h.e.l.l."

She's never coming back from this s.h.i.+t. Her father killed the first man she ever loved. Snake and PP raped her and cut her up. Now her father has killed the only sister she's ever had, along with her pregnant friend. My Angel no longer sees white; she sees only red.

She reaches into her back pocket, pulling out her cell phone and dialing a number she has to think about for second.

She puts the phone on speaker as it rings.

"Govorit'," A voice says into the phone. "Speak."

"Vy ubili moyu sestru," Angel says angrily. "You killed my sister."

"Ona byla ne krov'," the voice chuckles back. "She was no blood."

"I'm going to find you, kill you and then" she says in English before returning to her native tongue, "ya sobirayus' kopirovat' vas.h.i.+ imperiyu ottsa kloch'ya," she finishes. "I'm going to rip your empire to shreds father."

"Oh doch' moyey russkoy printsessy," he laughs. "Oh daughter, my Russian princess."

Angel hangs up the phone before allowing him to say anything further.

"I blocked the call. He can't call me back," she croaks. I walk over and hug her tightly to me. She was staying strong on the phone. She may be able to kill someone who has wronged her, but she fiercely loves and she's not made out of stone.

"He killed her Braxx," she cries into my chest.

"I know baby, I know."

f.u.c.k, what do I do? I got a pregnant woman floating dead in the pool, a decapitated man with his head on a f.u.c.king tiki torch and my woman's best friend lying dead in my best friends arms.

"I shouldn't have stopped at the f.u.c.king club first," Pyro roars to the sky.

I can't tell him that the outcome might have been different if he'd skipped looking there first because that would be lying and he knows that.

"I have to make calls, baby," I whisper.

This f.u.c.king bloodshed is too large for my guys to help. I have to call the cleaners, and I f.u.c.king hate that s.h.i.+t. I slowly release Angel from my grasp and she walks back over to Lana and kneels down.

I dial the cleaner's number and shut my eyes as it rings in my ear.

"State the name," the cleaner snaps.

"Chlorine," I say.

"Number," he says back.

"Three, all family," I growl.

"Location?"

I spout off the location and how extensive the blood mess is before he tells me that it will cost a hundred grand, which is cheap considering everything he will have to do. I walk over, put my hand on Pyro's shoulder, and squeeze.

"The cleaners are on the way," I say quietly.

"Cremation," Pyro asks.

"Yes, on all three."

"I didn't spend much alone time with her these last few months. What kind of best friend am I?" Winter cries trying to wipe the blood off her hands with her s.h.i.+rt.

f.u.c.k, I hate asking her this but I don't know this f.u.c.ker.

"Baby, what do you think your father will do next?"

"He'll destroy everything until he gets what he wants and what he wants is me back home. But he's not gonna get the chance to take me back home because he will never leave Nevada alive," she curses as she stands up. "Call on every connection you have to locate him. He'll be traveling with at least nine more men. He won't be staying in a hotel or a motel. He's too smart for that and he has Snake here to help him in an area he knows nothing about. It will take everything to f.u.c.king find him. He is the Russian Mafia in the U.S. My father is Vlady Belov."

Oh, this just keeps getting f.u.c.king worse. I knew she was a Belov, but one of the main Belov's children is even worse. I hate to do what I'm about to do next. I need to call on my other charters and call sanctuary for the families. I need to get them out of Nevada and fast.

"I fell in love with a f.u.c.king mafia princess," I groan as I start sending out ma.s.s text messages.

"Don't you ever f.u.c.king call me that again," she warns. "I'm not a f.u.c.king princess. I kill people now or have you forgotten that? I've shed blood. Princesses don't do that s.h.i.+t and I've never been a part of my father's mafia s.h.i.+t. And Princesses don't grow up without a mother figure!"

I've really set her off. Her face is bright red when I look up from my phone; I stop texting and put my phone in my back pocket before trying to sooth her.