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“When or if you get a call that they’re on their way, how many entrances do you have into this place?” Luca asks.
“Just the front, unless they climb the fences. They’re covered in nails, so it’d give us plenty of time to take them out.”
“So if we were to be up on the roof, and your boys plotted up across the street, they’d essentially be a bullet sandwich.”
Seeming impressed, a slow smirk tugs at Darius’s lips.
“If there are only a few of them, we can take them out from the roof. No one else should shoot, ’cause it’d attract too much attention over very little work,” Leo adds.
Lighting a cigarette, I raise my brow and ask, “You telling me you couldn’t handle this without us?”
“Over the years, we’ve had enough weapons to deal with rival gangs, retaliating when we need to. But Effie Rathbone is a different story,” Darius insists. “Since her brother was killed, the streets have changed.”
Jermaine doesn’t seem convinced with our plan. “And who’s to say there’ll only be a few who show up to attack? They could swarm us.”
“What have you got here regarding shooters?” Zachery asks.
Darius openly admits, “Just a piece each, and a couple spare.”
“Then this’ll be like Christmas for you.”
Stubbing out his cigarette, Luca waves for everyone to follow him out.
The waiting prospect opens the back door at Luca’s instruction, and when Darius sees the guns we brought with us, he lets out an appreciative whistle.
Looking impressed, Jermaine picks up an AK-47. “You brought all this?”
Darius’s phone rings, and we immediately tense for word that Effie’s men are on their way.
“It’s my girl. Gotta take it.”
He turns his back to us and answers the call. He doesn’t move far, and from where I stand, I can hear his fiancée’s voice.
“I doubt I’ll make it home tonight. You’ll have to give her a kiss for me.”
I can’t make out what she’s saying, but from her tone, it doesn’t sound like she’s happy with him.
“Babe, you know why. I’ll be fine, I swear to you.”
Looking over at Leo, I raise my brow. Thank fuck none of our women give us grief like this.
“Try locking me out. We both know I’ll kick the shit out of the front door to get in.”
Christ. Sounds like my life with Harper when I piss her off.
“Yeah,” he sighs. “Love you too.”
It definitely sounds like my life with Harper.
He hangs up and turns back to us. “Sorry about that.”
Jermaine gives him the side-eye. “Little Lamb pissed at you again?”
“When isn’t she these days?” Reaching out, he picks up a shooter.
While it’s quiet, I walk off and pull out my phone to call Harper, who answers on the fourth ring.
“Hey, babe. I wasn’t expecting you to call.”
