21

After leaving my Angel at the clubhouse and worrying myself to death over whether or not she’ll be safe if she leaves the compound, I finally just shake my nerves and focus on the task at hand.

ZZ, Pyro, Sniper, Smokey, and I have pipelines to secure. I want to break Snake down little by little. He’s done lost his business with Petra and I am damned and determined to give Petra more than just three pipelines. We could use the extra money even though we have our gold pipeline; you could always use more. And Petra will respect the extra leads and lines we’re bringing him.

We’ve secured two lines today. They were easy because it was two clubs from the surrounding counties. Their product was running dry, so it was easy picking them up. That also helps dampen the grudges we got with them. But while we’re at this third pipeline, I get a nervous tick. I only get nervous ticks if something feels off, and this most certainly feels way the hell off.

These characters are all itchy and pulling nervously at their clothing. I nod at the brothers to be ready just in case.

The guy I assume is in charge steps outta the town car into the desert heat and stands there sizing me up before he makes a sound.

“You know… I absolutely hate when people f**k with my business. Your f**king with Snake… fucks with my business,” he hisses stepping back and ducking back into the town car as we all draw guns.

Gunfire rings out as we all dive and hide behind shit never letting out fingers off the triggers. Bullets zipping all around us, we’re firing blindly and that shit is never good. Pyro lets out a groan. I look over and see he’s been shot in the leg. I jump up and start firing headshots, bullets barely missing my head. They just shot my VP; now I’m pissed. Sniper jumps on the hood of an abandoned car and starts firing away at the ones still shooting. Down to three motherfuckers who are hiding behind the town car until it zooms off. Yeah that’s right bitches, run and leave your little toys behind. While Sniper takes them out, I run back over to Pyro. ZZ is wrapping a belt tightly around Pyro’s leg trying to cut off his circulation. Smokey is already on the phone calling the Doc and telling him to meet us at the clubhouse.

Pyro is able to ride his lady back without falling over, but his entire body is white as a ghost when we pile into the clubhouse. The Doc is waiting with tarp laying over the pool table, and his son is with him yet again. Dammit, I wish he didn’t bring that good-looking prick around my Angel. Speaking of which, she’s on the phone with Lana I’m assuming because she’s freaking out.

“Lana is on her way,” she yells hanging up.

I’ll never understand Lana and Pyro; they’re even more f**ked up than my angel and me. Pyro is begging for a bottle of whiskey and my Angel loads a glass with gummy bears and pours it to the top with Pyro’s favorite bourbon. What the f**k? She knows my best friend way entirely too much for my comfort.

“Chew on the gummies once they soak, Pyro,” she says stroking his cheek and I find my fists doing double time.

“Pyro… not going to lie; the bullet is jammed into your femur. I would prefer we get you to the hospital,” Doc says shinning a light into the hole.

“Not f**king happening Doc. Just numb me and dig the shit out,” he growls through clenched teeth.

Being shot sucks; it burns like I imagine a bad case of gonorrhea would feel like in your dick.

“Lana coming?” he asks gritted.

“Yeah baby, she’s coming,” Angel coos.

God dammit!

I pull out the prepay and dial each number I have for Snake until I finally get him on the line. Pyro curses in the background.

“Fuck, you’re still alive,” he groans.

“Yeah bitch, I’m still alive. You thought we were at war before… game on cocksucker.” I tap my phone off and shove it into my pocket angrily.

The scene before me pisses me off so bad; I drag Bom Bom behind the bar and unzip my pants. If she wants to baby Pyro like he’s her man, so f**king be it.

“Suck my cock,” I say picking up a bottle and gulping it.

“You’re in love with her Prez,” she murmurs as she takes my c**k out.

“Don’t tell me something I already f**king know! Just suck my c**k bitch,” I hiss.

“She’s gonna rip off your cock, but okay,” she mumbles before shoving my c**k into her mouth and I groan over the top of the whiskey bottle.

As I am fisting my free hand in Bom Bom’s hair, Angel’s gaze hits mine; she’s a smart girl because she knows what’s going on. She drops Pyro’s hand and walks over to the couch where Sniper is sitting, prepping a line. What in the shit is she doing now? She leans over, does two lines, and then straddles his lap. My brother is momentarily stunned and knows I’ve called Breakneck. I wonder how this is going to play out. She leans down and licks his neck. I’m not blind; hell no I’m not, so I can see my brother shiver at her touch. I shove Bom Bom away from me, zip my pants up, stomp over to Angel, and yank her up by the arm.

“I f**king got it okay,” I growl.

“Well what the f**k, Braxxon! What did I do for you to do that?” she cries hitting me in the chest.

I’m a f**king pu**y, and I hate my woman giving my VP attention just to make him feel better about being shot, that’s what.

“I was jealous,” I grit through my teeth, and she has the audacity to laugh in my face. Then she shocks me by patting me on the chest.

“Brax, when I’m ready, you’re the only man who will touch me. If you want that to stay true then I’m gonna have to be the only one who touches you too, okay?”