“You have no idea how crazy this nigga can get. You shot the clubhouse up on the night he celebrating with his wife. Crown will cut your fuckin’ head off for that interruption and display it for the whole Hills to see.” Smoky said, his voice dropping lower.
Maino swallowed hard but tried not to show fear.
Smoky stared at him for another long second before shaking his head. He walked over to him, crouched down while looking him in the eyes and said,
“I love you just as much as I love the Knights, whether you can see that shit or not. So, I gotta get you the fuck out of town.”
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Back in Satin Hills, a sharp vibration against the marble side table beside the bed suddenly pulled Crown from sleep. His eyes shot open and immediately dropped down. In his arms, Nivéa slept peacefully beneath the black comforter, exhausted from everything they had done to one another throughout the night. Her body rested halfway against his chest as soft breaths escaped her lips.
Another vibration hit, officially pulling Crown’s eyes from her to it. He reached over quietly and grabbed his burner. The screen lit up with perimeter motion alerts from the cameraapp connected to the cabin. He pulled up the live camera feed and spotted three figures dressed in black creeping through the darkness. Masks. Gloves. Guns. His expression hardened as his jaw tightened. He glanced back over at Nivéa, and for the first time since he’d been putting in work, his heart stung. These muthafuckas had caught him while he was with his wife.
Carefully but swiftly, Crown slid out from beneath Nivéa without waking her. The room remained silent except for the low music still playing softly in the background. The room was soundproof for privacy and discretion, which meant one could not hear anything happening outside the cabin from inside there, and vice versa. That was exactly why he had perimeter cameras and motion sensors positioned throughout the property.
For one brief second, Crown looked back toward Nivéa sleeping peacefully in the bed. Part of him wanted to wake and warn her, but the other part knew panic would only make shit worse. Worse for the moment and…their marriage. He had just told her this was a getaway spot and an escape from chaos. Crown didn’t like being made a liar because he wasn’t one. He also didn’t like the idea of his wife being scared.
Crown decided to leave her, knowing he had already shown her earlier how to override the lock from inside the room. Nobody could get inside that muthafucka unless he opened it himself from the outside, but she could get out whenever she wanted if something did happen to him. He built the room with privacy and protection in mind long before she ever entered his life.
So instead, Crown quietly grabbed his gun from underneath the pillow he had slept on, then slipped on his slacks and shoes before moving toward the door. Fuck it. He’d shoot it out in his reception attire. Once he stepped out, he secured the room from the exterior.
The second Crown stepped into the hallway, the peaceful husband disappeared completely. Now he was Crown Knight again. Cold, calculated, and dangerous. He moved through the dark cabin quickly, grabbing more weapons along the way. One handgun came from beneath the hallway table. Another from inside the kitchen island. He tucked both in his waistband right along with the other. Then he reached beneath the living room couch and pulled out his custom AR pistol with the drum attached. The cabin looked peaceful, but every room inside that muthafucka was built for war if needed. He even had a gun storage in case shit did get real.
Crown checked the camera feed again. The three men were still moving, slowly cutting through the wooded path leading toward the back of the cabin. Fuck that gun storage; Crown knew it wouldn’t come to that. This was light work. Swiftly, he slipped outside through a side exit before they got any closer.
Rain drizzled lightly through the trees while darkness swallowed most of the property. Crown circled through the woods, and just as they were about to break apart, he caught the last nigga trailing slightly behind the others.
Boom.
The shot cracked loudly through the night as the bullet tore through the side of the nigga’s head. His body dropped instantly beside the gravel path, alerting the other two. Crown didn’t mind. It was exactly what he wanted. He needed to lead them away from the cabin itself. He didn’t want damage done to the property that he couldn’t fix by sunrise…damage that Nivéa would notice.
The other two immediately spun toward the gunfire and started letting off rounds deep into the woods toward Crown’s direction. Bullets ripped through trees as he moved, using both the woods and shadows to his advantage. This was his territory. He knew it through and through. As the two shooters kept firingtoward where they thought he was, Crown came around near the lower driveway and caught one of them exposed near the tree line.
Boom. Boom.
The man folded and hit the wet grass. The third shooter panicked after seeing him drop. He began firing recklessly while backing away, bullets chewing through tree bark and ripping into the detached bike shed. It pissed Crown smooth off, knowing he wouldn’t be able to repair that shit before the sun came up.
Crown watched the man calmly from behind a tree for two seconds before stepping out and firing twice, one round catching him low in his side and the other tearing through his thigh. The man dropped hard onto his back, gasping and clutching his wound as his gun slid across the ground. He tried pulling the extra handgun from his waist, but by then, it was too late. Crown was already on him, pressing his shoe into his side. He didn’t bother saying a word as he crunched down and removed the gun from his waist.
After collecting the pistol, Crown moved toward the body lying in the grass, ripping the ski mask off. Nothing. He didn’t recognize him, so he stood and headed toward the first body he hit. The second he snatched the mask upward, his eyes narrowed slightly. That face was familiar, but he couldn’t place who he belonged to.
Crown finally walked back over toward the other shooter, who was still alive. The nigga was still breathing hard, blood bubbling from his mouth while he fought to stay conscious. Crown crouched down beside him and finally snatched the ski mask upward. This time, he knew without a shadow of doubt…
Preach’s right-hand stared up at him weakly, struggling for air while blood soaked through his clothes. Crown nodded while looking him in the eyes. He already knew he would live. He hadbeen shooting guns too long not to know the difference between killing shots and suffering ones.
Crown stood back up before pulling his burner from his pocket and dialing a number.
“Yeah,” he spoke calmly once the call connected. “I need the cabin cleaned before sunrise. Three bodies. One alive. Keep him that way. And my wife is asleep inside.Keep her that way.”
By the time the sun rose hours later, every trace of violence was gone. Bodies removed. Blood cleaned. Shell casings gone. Besides the bike shed, the property looked untouched and peaceful, as if niggas looking to kill him had never set foot near it.
Inside the room, around 9:13 AM, Nivéa finally stretched awake against the silk sheets before smiling sleepily.
“Baby?” she called softly but didn’t get a word back.
Confused, she stretched and got up from bed. Her body was sore, stains of Crown dried all over her inner thighs. She snickered and shook her head as she reached for a blanket to toss around her.
Just as she was reaching for the door to let herself out, Crown entered carrying breakfast and orange juice, not a single trace of what he had done hours earlier showing on his face.
