“Morning, ma.” He greeted her.
Nivéa admired his handsome face and physique before looking down at the plate in his hand. “Hey, baby. Good morning. You cooked?”
“Yep,”
“Damn, this looks good. You just keep surprising me with shit. I didn’t realize you could cook so well.”
“Yeah, I know a lil somethin’. Thought I’d be the one to cook today, then we can go enjoy a bath together.” Crown leaned down and kissed her lips.
Smiling, Nivéa sat back down in bed with her plate and Sunny Delight. Crown then went to get his plate and drink, and they sat and ate. He finished first and sat back admiring her naked body. When she was finally done, he broke the news.
“As you know, some shit came up with the club last night, baby. I gotta go handle it as soon as we done bathing.”
Nivéa nodded, though she was hoping they could spend the morning together, then go get Nyla and maybe go to the park or something.
“Okay, I’m ready to be with Ny anyway. It’s all good.” She said instead.
“You sho? You not mad?”
“No, baby.”
Crown nodded, but he could feel her disappointment. He appreciated her not showing it, though. He promised himself to make it up to her somehow and some kind of way.
“I’ma go pull the bike up front, so you don’t have to walk too far when we leave. I know them legs sore.” He tapped her thigh, licking his lips.
Nivéa giggled. “Shut yo’ nasty ass up.”
Chuckling, Crown stood and headed back to the front. Outside, the corners of his lips slowly dropped as he received his bike from the detached shed. It was the real reason they were leaving early and why he was moving the Harley. He didn’t want to risk her exploring the property and seeing the damage that wasn’t there when they had arrived.
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After dropping Nivéa off at home, Crown headed straight forthe clubhouse. The entire ride over, his mind raced. Between the men showing up at the cabin in the middle of the night and the call he received about the clubhouse that morning, he had more questions than answers. The one thing he knew for certain was muthafuckas were going to bleed.
When he pulled into the parking lot, his nostrils flared. Lock, Black, and Chris were already outside working, repairing broken glass. Other members were patching bullet holes scattered across the brick exterior.
Crown killed the engine on his bike and climbed off. Danger was already waiting near the entrance with his arms folded across his chest. One look at his brother's face told him he was just as irritated.
"Black Mustang. Blue headlights. Tinted all the way out." Danger said before Crown could even ask. “But they left us something to feed off.”
That caught Crown's attention because he was thrown off and needed answers. A hit like the one at the cabin screamed Preach. Shooting up their clubhouse with just one man? It felt weak, not like The Dessalinés Mob. They either struck quietly when you least expected it or came fully loaded, with multiple SUVs.
“What did you find?”
“Ran the footage back and studied the work of the Mustang. I got a pretty good idea who touched it. Just been waiting on you to give the green light.”
"Handle it and let me know what you find out, ‘cause I got some other shit to take care of."
“What other shit?” Danger asked, noticing the dangerous glint in his eyes.
For a moment, Crown didn’t answer. He was thinking through everything again. The timing bothered him more than anything. The reception. The cabin. If someone had touched hiswife while trying to get to him, Crown would lose his shit even more than he already had.
"Me and Niv got followed from the reception.”
Danger's entire expression changed.
"What the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout followed? What happened?”
"I had company at the cabin around three this morning. Only you and I know about that spot. So, there’s no other explanation for how someone found it.”
